Locke is a private in the Kingdom of Foster. He has been a veteran with four years of military service since he started serving in the military at the age of 14. He is in a good mood today because it is the day to pay military salaries. Private in the Kingdom has three silver delle military salaries a month, plus the two silver delle military salaries provided by Baron Kaidozi to his soldiers. He can get four silver delle. Why is one less? Because the military salaries distributed by the state, the military headquarters always have to be greedy for one. This is a convention.

Locke couldn't wait to get these four silver dellers, and then asked the Baron's caravan to send three of them back to his hometown. He hoped that his sister could buy a ribbon he liked, and that his hair would no longer be wrapped in rough linen, and that his parents could eat one or two meals of white bread in the next month. Their health was already very poor. The remaining silver deller, Locke still stayed to invite his brothers to drink. As a small privateer, he was the captain of a 10-person team.

He knew that his brothers were not having a good time. The third-class private only received two silver derrers every month, and only one servant soldier. They needed to spend their money one by one. They had to subsidize their families and spend their own expenses. This was not enough. In order to make the battle more united, and to have a few subordinates who are loyal to themselves and can block them for them at critical moments, Locke never cared about treating them.

His 10-man squad, including five third-class privates and five servants. Except for three of these guys who were added to their squad two months ago, the rest were brothers who had fought together for at least half a year. Most of them were as big as Locke, but their military service was smaller than Locke. They were all recruits who had only joined the army for one or two years. Most of them admired their squad leader Locke from the bottom of their hearts because their brother Locke was generous and loyal. After each time, they always took their brothers to have a drink. After the battle, the most important thing is that they were more or less cared for by Locke in battle. A small care made the members of their squad rarely lose their personnel after the first battle. With the battle again and again, the members of their squad became more and more in line with each other, and the survival rate of the squad became higher and higher.

This is also quite famous in the entire military camp. Whether it is a new recruit or a veteran, as long as he is younger than or similar to him, he will call him, Brother Locke. This is respect for the strong. Moreover, it is said that Locke killed many barbarians from the Sharlot Kingdom in the battle two months ago, and his merits are about to accumulate to the first-class private.

Locke walked to the military camp, where not only paid military salaries were paid, but also served as a trading ground in the barracks, where you could buy everything you wanted. Mellow ale, sharp iron sword, a war horse with good endurance, or a beautiful woman. There are everything here, and Baron Kaidozi took good care of his soldiers' needs. But the premise is that you have money... or, you have power. As a private, Locke, his capital may have just reached the standard here, but he rarely squanders here. Not only him, in the barracks, soldiers with basically families and families will not come here to spend, not because the soldiers have strong self-control, but because the Silverler in their pockets cannot withstand big things.

"Hey, Locke! Your salary!" A big man with a big waist and a beard threw a bag of money to Locke. Locke opened it and saw three silver-shining silver-dlers and one hundred copper-dlers inside.

"Ask Uncle Shake, go have a drink in the afternoon?" Locke said to the bearded man with a smile.

"I've told you so many times, call me the squadron leader in the military camp! You guys! You want to send me one cup? At least two cups!" Uncle Yoshak smiled and scolded Locke.

Locke invited Uncle Xiake to drink not only for politeness, but also for the promotion of his military rank. His military achievements are about to reach the First Class. The First Class is a dividing line between all soldiers. Those who reach the First Class will be given the skills to practice fighting spirit. This is the way to advance to the knight level. Moreover, the First Class can at least be the deputy captain. An old first class private like Uncle Xia York was directly appointed as the squadron leader.

Uncle Yoshak agreed to Locke's request not only to take care of his face. He thought this was a young man with potential, and Uncle Yoshak and Locke were from the same town and mining town. In fact, most of the people in their brigade came from the same place, led by Kaidozi. It can be said that Uncle Yoshak gave him great help in the past four years when Locke joined the army. From his beginning to being a servant soldier and taking care of him until he became the second-class private. Uncle Yoshak can also be said to have watched Locke grow up over the years. He is also willing to help this young man. This time he drank, he is going to give him some Locke some to guide him to advance to the first-class private.

"No problem, I'll call you then!" Locke put away his wallet and left. The exquisite armor, sharp swords and the woman who was scratching his face almost caused him to have red eyes. An ordinary armor requires at least 100 silver derrells, which is a Jindler, and a good sword requires at least 10 silver derrells. If you spend a night with a woman who looks good, you will be embarrassed to open someone's door without a silver derrell. Locke has no spare money. His equipment to this day is a pair of broken leather armor, an iron sword with a gap but still sharp, an iron spear, and a dagger hidden in his boots.

Locke returned to his team's tent and watched his bragging subordinates sit in groups of three or three to play cards. He was also infected by this relaxed atmosphere. Locke kicked Kane, who was playing cards and shouting. This guy was the scout of the team, the third-class, the scout of the battlefield was calm and ambushed on the battlefield, and he was careless and loud in life. He, Locke and Hans, the sword and shield master of the team, have the best relationship. They are comrades of more than two years. "Take you to drink in the afternoon, and now you will get lunch for me! Don't mess around here!" Locke said to the team's people.

"Hey, boss, can you stop kicking my ass all the time? What should I do if I go to scout next time and I'm found out?" Kane shook at Rock, which made everyone in the tent laugh.

"I'm not afraid of being swollen. I'll go and ask Brother Ritch to lend you a piece of mint slices and apply them on the next day!" Yad, the spearman on the side, teased. This guy is also a private. Brother Ritch is a famous pair of gay men in the camp. He often asks them to take action. As for the mint slices, they always keep it for some kind of swelling after some activity. After all, they still have to fight the next day.

"Get out, is itchy little Yad? I dare to tease you, Mr. Kane, be careful that I am not merciless on the training ground." Of course, the joke in Kane's tone is more than blame.

The daily fun of these big-headed soldiers is playing cards, bragging, and teasing each other. Everyone has practiced a good verbal lip service. Locke likes to see this phenomenon very much because it invisibly improves the cohesion of their team. "Stop talking, go get the meal, and bring my portion with you by the way." Locke smiled and scolded at his subordinates. "Kane, don't steal my meat, otherwise you won't have a portion of drink in the afternoon!"

"No, boss, no one steals food. Whoever steals food will I take him! Hans, let's go!" Kane promised confidently before leaving.

In order to motivate the soldiers to fight bravely and win honors and merits, a large number of hierarchies were established in the barracuda and potato soup, which could be shown in the meal. The servants, each meal was simmering cake, potato soup, private, black bread, potato soup; the second class, wheat cake, a piece of meat, potato soup; as for the first class, each meal was eaten with the Baron and the captain in the military tent in the center of the military camp, it was said that they ate white bread and broth. However, this treatment was not something that ordinary people could do. There were more than 500 people in the battalion, and less than 15 people could eat there, including: 4 infantry squadron leaders and their 4 deputies, the captain of the cavalry squadron, the captain of the cavalry baron, Baron Kaidozi, his eldest son Zoro and his housekeeper. Locke had been looking forward to enjoying white bread for a long time.

Not long after, Locke's men came back, and Kane handed him the lunch belonging to Locke. "Boss, look at this piece of meat so big, will I help you eat it?" Kane said with a smile.

"Get out, Hans and I will go to the military camp later. Have you received all your military pay? Who wants to send money to your family? I will send it to Hans later." Locke picked up the lunch, then gave Kane a kick, turned around and said to his team members.
Chapter completed!