Chapter 177

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In the past few days, Martin's life can be said to be smooth. After taking office, although he has lost his previous companions, his subordinates, from soldiers to officers, all respect him very much. They know that he has achieved solid results on the front line. Those who have real military merit, and the people who admire the most in the army are people like that.

However, after losing his friend, Martin always felt that something was wrong.

Every area in the camp is interconnected. Although I have been busy with my own affairs as a new official these days, I have never seen my friends come here to visit me.

Could it be that the new officer responsible for managing them in his place was actually very strict and kept taking them for training, so they didn't have time to visit him?

?

But Martin did miss Wirtz and the others a little. Just as he finished his work today, Martin walked towards the camp where he once commanded the troops.

This camp was chosen by me at the time, and of course I knew where it was.

However, I don't know if it is a coincidence that the current camp of the army is exactly diagonally opposite from the base camp, which is the farthest distance from my former camp.

When Martin wandered to the outskirts of the camp, two hours had passed. Only then did he discover that a large wall outside the camp had been reinforced at some point, and there were many soldiers guarding every corner of the wall.

What happened here?

Martin thought so and quickly came to the gate of the camp.

Sure enough, the soldiers guarding the door had been replaced by someone else. After seeing Martin coming, they hurriedly came up.

"I'm sorry, sir, this is now a military location and outsiders are not allowed to enter."

"What kind of military base is this? Wasn't this the location of a peasant army before? Why did it suddenly become like this?" Martin looked at the other party and asked.

"Sorry, we don't know either. When we were transferred here to guard, it was already like this. As for the peasant army you mentioned, we don't know. I heard that this place is now used for special training. As for the content, we don’t know.”

"...Is that so? Do you know where the previous peasant army moved?"

"Sorry..." the soldier looked apologetic.

"Okay." Martin nodded after hearing this. "By the way, can I really not go in?"

"Well, General Garibaldi personally ordered this place to be guarded. The confidentiality level is very high. Only with the permission of the general's adjutant and the general himself can one enter."

Hearing this, Martin began to feel that something was wrong. After thanking the army, Martin hurried to the central military tent.

"General." When Martin arrived at the central military tent, Garibaldi was sitting in the warm military tent, warming himself by the stove and drinking hot tea. When he saw Martin coming, he looked at him doubtfully.

"What's going on, Sergeant Martin?"

"Today I walked to the camp of the army I commanded before, but I found that it was surrounded by a wall, and the guards refused to let anyone else enter. I would like to ask what happened there?"

"Oh, you're talking about this. It just so happens that I also have something to ask Sergeant Martin." Garibaldi said, putting down the tea cup in his hand, sitting up straight and looking at Martin.

"General Martin, in the unit you led before, a soldier reported to us that when you retreated that day, you chatted with the enemy commander for a long time, and then pretended to do it for a while, and then Is it true that he was defeated and retreated with his troops?" Garibaldi's tone was very serious, completely different from the way he looked at the previous dinner.

It seems that the seriousness of this matter has forced Garibaldi to take it seriously.

"...This..." Interrupted by Garibaldi's question, Martin was silent for a long time, and then said: "I'm sorry, General Garibaldi, this was not my intention, but there is really nothing I can do about it. , if I don’t challenge the opponent’s commander to a duel at that time, if they attack, our troops will be wiped out... I don’t want to bear so many lives, and I think it will be more meaningful for everyone to retreat here... "

"How presumptuous! Martin, although you were not a soldier before, you are now a sergeant major! Are soldiers afraid of taking human lives? Then why are you a soldier?!" When Garibaldi heard Martin's admission, he suddenly burst into rage and held his hands in his hands. The teacup was also thrown in front of Martin.

"I thought you used some means to delay the enemy's attack, and ended up making a deal with the enemy? Okay, then tell me, what deal did you make with the enemy?"

"I did not make a deal with the enemy." Martin closed his eyes and recalled Li Te that day.

"He just told me that if I beat him in a duel, they would withdraw their troops and stop attacking within three days. But if he beat me, we would withdraw our troops. I lost to him in the end. so."

"Did you do it on purpose?"

"No, he is indeed very powerful."

"Tell me his characteristics."

"Long black hair, purple eyes, and a face that looks young, probably around eighteen or nineteen years old."

"..." After hearing this description, Garibaldi knew who Martin was facing without even thinking about it.

"The enemy's vanguard commander, Lit Stranik. He is also the future Duke of Antica." Garibaldi said. "

The person fighting you has this name, and according to recent intelligence, his strength is less than level five. "

"Even if he has improved during this period, when he reaches the fifth level, do you think you will not be able to defeat him with your strength, which has already reached the sixth level? You are kidding me, right?"

In fact, according to the description of the informant soldier, Garibaldi already knew that the person fighting Martin was Li Te. Now he asked again to confirm whether Martin himself was lying.

It seems that Martin didn't lie, but why didn't he fight? Could it be that he had to tell himself that he was not actually beating Li Teuk, but someone else pretending to be Li Teuk? Or is it that Li Te has made rapid progress during this period and has reached the sixth level, and can easily defeat Martin, who is also at the sixth level?

What a joke!

"Although you may not believe it, the opponent is really better than me. Not only is he an excellent warrior, but his magic level is also not bad at all. I have no experience fighting this kind of opponent, so I lost. If you give me another chance If given the chance, I still can’t beat him, but I probably won’t lose so quickly.”

"I understand." Garibaldi nodded after hearing this. "In that case, tell me what deal you and Li Teuk made."

"No..."

"Still quibbling!" Garibaldi said, angrily pushing Martin and pushing him back several steps.

"As a commander, I know the enemy's commander better than you do. There is no way that you, the sixth level, can be easily defeated by him, absolutely impossible!"

"Moreover, you are still trying to return to the previous camp, what? Are you trying to contact your group of soldiers to rise up here?"

Garibaldi walked up to Martin again and took off his epaulettes.

"You are no longer worthy of being a sergeant major. Starting today, your position has been cancelled. You will be investigated. Until the results of the investigation come out, you will not be able to go to the battlefield again. I can't trust my troops to someone like you." Come and take command.”

After saying this, Garibaldi called the guards and took Martin away.

Martin was put into a specially locked military tent by the soldiers. Until just now, Martin's brain was covered.

He didn't know why he was removed from his position, nor why he was being investigated.

He obviously did nothing wrong, why was he arrested?

At this time, Martin suddenly thought of the night when he came back, when Garibaldi invited him over for dinner.

Thinking about things like promotion, transfer from position, and camp blockade, a conspiracy was connected in an instant.

It turned out that they wanted to investigate their own troops by transferring themselves?

Yes, this is the only possibility!

At the thought of this possibility, Martin was immediately filled with hatred for those two men.

We have no grudges against each other, but you want to kill me. This kind of person is really cruel.

Martin sat in confinement like this all afternoon.

Until nightfall, the person responsible for delivering food came over.

This time the person who came to deliver the meal was someone Martin knew.

"Ouch, I haven't seen you for a few days, Sergeant Martin, why are you like this?" the adjutant said, and walked in carrying a lunch box. "Here, this is your favorite meal, Sergeant Martin."

With that said, the adjutant poured down the lunch box and rolled out two dry and hard black breads.

"Don't you love your soldiers like your own children? You can eat whatever the soldiers eat. Come on, you can eat now."

The adjutant looked at Martin arrogantly, as if he was no longer as friendly as before.

Martin frowned at the adjutant.

"So you were always acting before? Including reconciling with me?"

"Well, that's true!" the adjutant said and nodded. "Your pig brain has finally come to its senses. It's true that everyone doesn't like you. After I shook hands with you that day, I went back and washed them ten times. I was afraid that your stupidity would be transmitted to me. Do you understand? !”

The adjutant said fiercely, and then crushed the black bread.

"Come on, it's good if you have bread to eat. Many soldiers on the battlefield can only eat this kind of dirty and smelly food."

Facing the adjutant's provocation, Martin remained indifferent.

It seemed that the adjutant also felt that this was boring, so he looked at Martin again.

"Well, I have another purpose for coming here this time. As long as you confess all the collaborators you know and what conditions you negotiated with them, we can reinstate you. "

"There is no such thing

I've told you this many times. If you don't believe it, there's nothing I can do about it. "Martin shook his head.

"Haha, he is indeed a noble son. He is so impressive. I wonder if you will still be like this after seeing this person next."

The adjutant said this and waved, and two soldiers outside the door immediately carried a person in.

Martin's eyes widened when he saw the man coming in.

It was Martin's good friend Wirtz who was carried in by the soldiers. At this moment, his face was bruised and bruised, and he had a deep scar branded with a soldering iron.

Martin could hardly recognize Wirtz in front of him.

"Here, this is your companion. He was very resistant during the interrogation and cursed us. We had no choice but to use some tricks. If you want to be like this, then keep silent. Anyway, you are collaborating with the enemy. Even if he is a noble, your family can't say anything if we do this."

"Martin...Ding...Go away, you beasts..." Wiltz opened his swollen eyes and saw Martin, and said weakly.

"You still have the energy to curse." The adjutant saw Wiltz like this and hurriedly walked up to him, pretending to kick him.

Doing this is not only to give Martin a warning, but also to avenge himself.

He still remembered that Wiltz had pointed at his nose and cursed him before.

As the adjutant of the general, when had he ever suffered such grievances in the army?

Therefore, after getting the opportunity to interrogate Wiltz, the adjutant can be said to have done everything possible, and was interrogating in the form of torture.

However, before he kicked his foot, he was stopped by Martin.

"What? You want to..." Before he finished speaking, Martin slashed his neck with a knife, making him unconscious.

The remaining two soldiers were about to attack, but Martin quickly pulled out the adjutant's sword and killed them both.

After that, Martin tied the adjutant to a chair, helped Wirtz to the wall, and stuck his head out of the military tent to take a look at the situation outside.

Although there were soldiers on duty outside, they were far away from him, so they didn't notice the movement here.

After confirming safety, Martin returned to the room and looked at Wirtz by the wall.

At this moment, Wirtz also recovered a little strength. He glanced at Martin and smelled the blood in the air. He knew what happened and sighed helplessly.

"Martin, you are betraying the army by doing this..."

"It's okay, such a person is not worthy of loyalty." Martin said this and shook his head.

Even if the army treated him as a human being instead of a ruthless consumable, he would be willing to die for the land under his feet. However, the army did not treat him as a human being, nor did they treat his brothers as human beings.

They had to attack him on a trumped-up charge and beat his brothers into a state of disrecognition. Is such an army worthy of his loyalty?

Garibaldi and his adjutant's attitude towards him always made Martin think of the duel in the snow that day.

Compared with them, Litt made him feel more like an ally.

"In that case..." Wirtz half-breathed and looked at Martin.

"The brothers are still in the barracks... the place where we stayed before... rescue them... they are innocent."

"I can't go with you now, I am a burden, you put me here, give me a sword, I can protect myself when someone comes, you... go quickly, the later, the more brothers will suffer."

"I know." Martin nodded, then took out a sword from the body of the guard next to him and handed it to Wiltz. Wiltz held the sword and smiled.

"Hey, a man should hold this thing." With this, Wiltz motioned Martin to go quickly.

Before Martin went out, he looked at Wiltz deeply again, and then sneaked out.

The soldiers in charge of guarding the door did not expect Martin to slip away, so they let him go without any defense.

After all, when the adjutant came in, in order to prevent his voice of abusing Martin from being heard, he deliberately asked the guards not to patrol around here recently.

Martin climbed over the wall nimbly.

At this moment, he was not wearing armor, so the noise he made when he moved was much smaller, and the cold replaced it.

However, no matter how biting the cold was, it could not cool Martin's blood. He marched forward in the cold wind and came to the camp of the army he was currently leading.

Although

Garibaldi's promotion of Martin was considered a way to lure the tiger away from the mountain, during this period of time, Martin, who always set an example, did win the trust of the soldiers. When he came back, none of the soldiers went out to report the news, but instead took the initiative to stand guard at the door to help Martin keep it secret.