Chapter 1633 Big Bald

On the morning of May 31, 1622, on the eastern shore of Lake Aosta.

The Fizhen Corps led by General Thomas Cornwallis launched an attack on the Midgard Colonial Corps with the accompaniment of impassioned military music. At the same time, the sound of desolate and chilling horns was also over the position of the Calydon Mercenary Corps. reverberate.

On the flag waving in the wind, the wild boar totem worshiped by the Calydon tribe for generations is depicted with rough and sharp brushstrokes.

Borson, the leader of the Calydonian mercenary group, a bare-chested and bald-headed giant, was standing under this banner at the moment, and behind him stood side by side four mysterious giants wrapped in cloaks from head to toe.

These four masked giants are all 12 feet tall, taller than Bolsson who is a hill giant. A strong and pungent bloody smell wafted from these four mysterious giants.

Bolsson waved his hand, signaling the orderly beside him to stop blowing the horn.

The convening order has been issued. According to the usual practice, all five squadron leaders of the Calydon Mercenary Regiment will rush to wait for Bolsson's order within three minutes.

If a squadron leader fails to report in time, it means that the squadron to which this person belongs will be replaced by a more punctual captain.

While there was still some time, Bolsson decided to fix his appearance.

He walked up to the razor boar serving as his mount, took off his favorite weapon from the side of the saddle, a large thundering and revolving battle ax with a lot of weight, first scraped the blade with his thumb, satisfied with the sharpness, and then fell down. Holding a battle axe, using the blade of the ax as a razor, he shaves his beard skillfully.

Even with Bolsson's tall frame, the tomahawk was too big to use as a razor.

But he has no better choice.

Bolsson's beard, like the rest of his body hair, is part of the Seal of the Barb.

These hairs, derived from the blood of the "Holy Mother" and blessed by divine power, are as vigorous as weeds, and grow into beards without shaving in a day, and are so tough that ordinary razors can't cut Bolsson's beard. If you force it, The beard doesn't hurt, it just cracks the razor.

Only a sufficiently sharp enchanted weapon can cut off these weird hairs on Borson's body relatively smoothly.

For some unknown reason, the hair that grew on the surface of Borson's body could be stretched freely, reaching five feet in length when fully stretched, and curled up against the skin. It looked only slightly more vigorous than normal body hair.

However, Bolsson's beard is the only one that can't be controlled, can't expand and contract independently, and can only grow wildly.

Bolsson didn't like the feeling of a big beard floating around his mouth, and when he was eating, it would occasionally get caught in his mouth, which was uncomfortable, so he had to work hard, and every day he used his tomahawk— — it was the sharpest magic weapon he could find — a shave.

Blowing away the stubble from his hands, Bolsson touched his bare chin and cheeks and smiled with satisfaction.

However, when his fingertips touched the same bald head, the smile on his face disappeared quickly.

Bolsson doesn't like big beards, but he would love to have long flowing hair.

Unfortunately, Bolsson's family has a long tradition of male hair loss. His father and grandfather, as well as almost all male relatives with close blood, cannot escape the fate of premature baldness.

Even the "Barb Seal", which can stimulate rapid hair growth, could not save the fate of the male members of the Bolsson family, it was like a vicious curse.

Bolsson touched his egg-smooth skull and sighed depressingly.

Whenever this happened, he was particularly envious of his sister. Queen Huaiya not only possesses a tyrannical strength that he can't match, but as a woman, she is not affected by the family's hair loss gene, and her hair grows very well.

With the sound of hurried footsteps behind him, Bolsson knew without turning his head that it was his five deputies who had arrived.

The Calydon Mercenary Regiment consists of five squadrons, each of which includes 60 hill giants. The first squadron is Bolsson's personal guard, and the remaining four squadrons are responsible for defense, stone throwing, assault, and attack.

The five squadron leaders are capable officers personally selected by Bolsson. They are not only outstanding in strength, loyal and reliable, but also overcome the loose, procrastinating and lazy nature of the hill giants, and have developed a good habit of punctuality—this is Bolsson's most valued strengths.

Slowly turning around, Bolsson glanced at the four giants standing side by side in front of him one by one, and couldn't help frowning.

Only four people came to report on time, except the leader of the fifth squadron was absent.

Bolsson caressed his bare chin, anger flashed in his eyes.

"What's the matter with 'Bucktooth' Cook? Doesn't he want to be the squadron leader?"

The other four squadron leaders quickly exchanged glances. After a brief hesitation, the first squadron leader coughed twice and opened his mouth embarrassingly.

"Brother, on our way here, we passed the camp of the Fifth Squadron, and found that there was chaos and fierce fighting. It seems... ahem, internal strife broke out."

"Infighting?!"

Bolsson could not contain his anger.

At this moment when he was about to go into battle to kill the enemy, there were still some people in his army who dared to cause internal strife, and he, the boss, was simply ignored!

The more Borsson thought about it, the more annoyed he became, and he decided to go to the camp where the Fifth Squadron was stationed to see what kind of bastards were messing around.

Not long after, Bolsson brought four squadron leaders to the camp where the fifth squadron was stationed. From a long distance away, they heard ear-piercing noises and vague howls of excitement.

This chaotic scene deepened Bolsson's displeasure, and his face was gloomy as if it was about to freeze.

With his hands behind his back, he walked into the camp with his head held high, and saw many hill giants forming a circle from a distance, all of them stretched their necks and poked their heads forward, as if they were watching some lively scene.

Bolsson walked up to the crowd and coughed heavily.

The onlookers followed the sound and turned their heads, and when their eyes touched Bolsson's gloomy face, they all exclaimed in low voices in fright, and hurriedly nodded and bowed in greeting, saying "big brother" one by one.

Bolsson ignored these flattering guys and shook his fingers expressionlessly.

The hill giant was probably stupid and dull, grinning, staring blankly at Bolsom, puzzled.

Fortunately, the squadron leaders behind Bolsson were clever enough to understand the boss's intentions in time, and secretly gestured and winked to remind the group of idiots on the opposite side to get out of the way.

The dull big guys finally came to their senses before Bolsson got angry, and retreated to the sides in a hurry, giving way to the middle of the crowd for the big brother.

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