Chapter 447

He patted Martin on the shoulder with his broad and strong palm, and then said: "From now on, I hope that we can work together regardless of each other."

"I understand, thank you sir for your cultivation."

"However, there is a condition for your promotion this time." Garibaldi whispered.

"Conditions?" Martin looked at Garibaldi doubtfully.

This promotion should be a unilateral reward behavior, so why does it sound like it has become a negotiation this time?

Moreover, the status of the two of them is not equal. Is there anything that Garibaldi needs?

"The conditions are very simple. I am going to reorganize the troops you are currently commanding under someone else's command. The troops you will command next will be better equipped and better trained."

"For you, this may be a challenge out of your comfort zone. What do you think? If you feel that your own unit is better, of course I can not let you be promoted."

"This..." Martin was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

I didn't expect Garibaldi's conditions to be like this, but generally speaking, there is a precedent for commanders not commanding their original troops after promotion.

Because the commander may protect his shortcomings, he will give special preferential treatment to his old unit among several units.

"If General Garibaldi is worried about me giving special treatment in the new army, you can rest assured that I swear I will never do that..."

"No, no, no, I'm not worried about this. The main thing is that you need a stronger army. That army is composed of farmers and citizens and has not received much training..."

"In that case... okay." Martin nodded after hearing this. "Then I would rather be respectful than obey your orders. Thank you General for your promotion and cultivation. I will definitely work harder in the future."

"Okay, that's right." Garibaldi said, and pulled his adjutant from the side.

"I heard that you two had a fight during the day? Come on, we will all be colleagues from now on. In this critical moment, we should work together to eliminate any differences."

"Sergeant Martin, I'm sorry. I almost hurt you this afternoon because of my mistake. I apologize. I can't compensate you enough." The adjutant said this, lowered his head, and extended his hand to Martin in the most humble manner. , as if begging for his forgiveness.

"Yes." Martin nodded when he heard this, then stretched out his hand and held it with the adjutant's hand.

"In this way, the two of you will be reconciled, and our army will be more cohesive." Garibaldi said this and laughed loudly.

Martin also showed a smile, and the food on the table in front of him became less unpleasant.

"Okay, let's have a drink together!" Garibaldi returned to his dining table, took out his wine glass and raised it.

"Cheers!" Everyone filled their wine glasses with wine, then raised them and bumped them together.

After having enough wine and food, Martin walked out of the military tent.

He was still a little drunk and sobered up a little in the snowy wind, but he was still in a daze.

On the other side, in the military tent, Garibaldi spat softly when he saw Martin finally walking out.

"Bah, if it weren't for the fact that his father was a noble, he wouldn't have been promoted." Then, he looked at the adjutant beside him.

"Adjutant, I've suffered a lot from you. You acted in such a drama with me, and you were wronged. You humbled yourself to such a fool."

"It doesn't matter, as long as it can help the general."

"Yeah." Garibaldi nodded with satisfaction. "The next step is to interrogate those people, right?"

"Yes, there must be a reason why they were able to withdraw from the front line unscathed. Maybe they have collaborated with the enemy, or there are enemy spies mixed in. In short, we must investigate strictly."

"Then, Adjutant, who do you recommend to investigate first?"

"Well, that man named Wirtz, I think he is very suspicious. Not only did he scold me this afternoon, but he also brought you, the general, with him. He disrespected us so much. He must be a spy sent by the enemy."

"What!? How dare you scold me?" Garibaldi immediately became angry when he heard what the adjutant said.

"First arrest him and put him in a cell. At this moment, enemy spies are absolutely not allowed to sneak into the army. That unit also quickly set up a separate barracks. Don't let them get into other units. If necessary, You don’t have to keep any of them, it’s useless to have a thousand mouths to eat anyway.”

"As you command!"

…

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 who was responsible for managing them in his place was actually very strict and took them for training all the time, 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 to 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 soldier 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, a soldier in the unit you led before gave us a report, saying 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 do you want to be 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 have said it many times. If you don't believe it, there is nothing I can do." 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 even yelled at us. In desperation, we had to use some small methods. If you want to be like this, then continue to remain silent. , Anyway, you are collaborating with the enemy, even if you are a noble, if we do this, your family will not be able to say anything. "

"Martin...Ding...go quickly, these beasts..." Wirtz opened his swollen eyes, saw Martin, and said weakly.

"You still have the energy to curse." Seeing Wirtz like this, the adjutant quickly walked up and pretended to kick him.

This was done not only to give Martin a blow, but also to avenge himself.

He still remembered Wirtz pointing at his nose and scolding him before.