Constructing-Style Wizard - Chapter 109
Chapter 109: 78. July 17th
Translator: 549690339
The next morning.
The second Corps Task officially began.
The steam locomotive team set out from the Legion Fortress, moving along the road amid the ruins.
The carriage swayed from side to side.
Noland Lee’s body oscillated slightly.
He glanced at the carriage window behind him and sighed silently in his heart.
The past few days of vacation were really exhausting.
Not only did he spend several days going to the Medical Department for his health, but he also had to coax Sully to sleep as soon as possible last night.
No matter how sulky Sully looked, Noland had not crossed the line. When he returned to the camp last night, it was already late.
Truthfully, the views on men and women in this world are quite peculiar.
Both conservative and unrestrained.
If two people don’t like each other, everything is in vain.
But if they are in love, things can become serious just the night they establish their relationship.
It’s as if the suppressed feelings and desires suddenly found an outlet, becoming strong and uncontrollable. This may be due to the barrenness of the spiritual world and the long-term unsatisfied psychological needs.
The original master’s parents were like this, as were the couples he knew.
As Noland sat in the carriage thinking about it, he found it difficult to say whether his great self-control or his animal instincts were more impressive.
The steam locomotive gradually moved away, and the Legion Fortress turned into a shadow, standing at the edge of the horizon.
Noland looked back in through the carriage window.
“What, are you thinking about Sully?” Corporal Mars leisurely wiped his gun oil and teased.
Noland nodded slightly:
“Yeah, I hope we can come back safely this time… Chief Officer, has your hair grown back?”
“Hmm, yes. Last night Sergeant Alvin Stafford brought a Health Potion. After we drank it, our exhausted life force was restored. As for Private Second Class Corbin and the others’ potions, I’ve already exchanged them for New Solon
Currency, and Melinda will help me send them to their families.”
Upon the mention of the comrades who had sacrificed themselves during the previous Corps Task, Corporal Mars’s expression darkened, but he quickly recovered. It was unclear whether he had become accustomed to the pain or if it had made him more resilient.
He scanned the people in the carriage, cleared his throat, and began to speak:
“Alright, mates. You’ve all met each other in the past few days, but I’ll repeat the names here just in case anyone forgot them.
“I am Lulenna Mars, commander of the reconnaissance squad. Sitting to my left is Sergeant Mike Adams, the deputy team leader. When I’m not around, he’ll be in charge.”
Sergeant Mike Adams’ leg had regrown. After 10 days of vacation, he had fully recovered. The medical treatment in the Tatis Empire was truly extraordinary.
“Sitting to my right is Private Second Class Jarvis. If both Sergeant Adams and I are away from the team, you all follow his command.”
In the last mission, Noland had proven his value. The Korabo Legion made special arrangements allowing him to act as a Private Second Class. Of course, in the file information, he was still listed as a “Sin Soldier.”
The other soldiers in the Alvin Army were unfamiliar with Noland’s specific circumstances.
All they knew was that Noland had been promoted from a Sin Soldier to a Private Second Class, unaware of the underlying reasons, and assumed that it had only been after completing three Corps Tasks that he was regularized.
Corporal Mars’ gaze swept across the three fresh soldiers opposite him and reported their names one by one:
“Private Second Class Alec Rodgers, Harman, Yan, your mission is simply to obey orders and not to act on your own initiative.”
“Yes, Chief Officer.” The three newly joined soldiers responded in unison, all fresh out of Military Academy.
This Corps Task was to guard the frontline camps, and most of the time there was no need to confront the enemy directly, making it quite suitable for training new recruits.
In Mars’s words:
Assisting the Thales army would be much easier than the Alvin Army clearing a Grave Vault on its own.
Because the strength of the Thales army was too strong.
There were three Lieutenants under Lieutenant Sterling Parker.
Each lieutenant had three Sergeants Major under their command.
A total of nine Sergeants Major, each leading a squadron of more than 270 people.
The scale of Alvin’s army was barely on par with the smallest squadron under Lieutenant Sterling Parker.
From the current situation, this Corps Task was basically similar to a “Big Shot speedrunning a dungeon with newcomers.”
The only thing that was worrisome was the recent emergence of the unknown Undead Troops.
Gossip about this type of undead had already spread through the Legion Fortress.
The mutilated corpses with their insides crushed were quite frightening.
Fortunately, Division Intelligence Unit Three had not been idle during Noland’s vacation. They had already found some leads.
“Mates, listen carefully to what I’m about to say.”
Corporal Mars pulled out a document and handed it to a subordinate for circulation while saying:
“Our destination for this Corps Task is Grave Vault 717. It’s quite a distance from the vault where the riots occurred, so the chances of encountering the unknown type of undead are relatively small.”
Corporal Mars paused:
“However, this doesn’t mean we can let our guard down. What I’m showing you now is the latest research result from Division Intelligence Unit Three.”
Noland glanced at the information on the document, frowning slightly because the research results of Division Intelligence Unit Three were very limited.
“The fallen Imperial Soldiers all share the following characteristics: neat wound edges, crushed internal organs, no significant damage to other parts of the body, and no toxins in the blood and muscles..”
