"I didn't expect you to move very quickly, so I feel relieved." On the way home, Antonio said to Winters with great relief.

"Don't mention it, I slapped you as soon as you left." Winters said depressedly. He subconsciously touched the slap on the cheek. Although the physical pain had long disappeared, there was no mental trauma.

"Being slapped in the face? Are you too anxious?"

"Miss Navare and I are not as you think, and we can understand the old words."

"Well? A woman also understands old words?"

"Anna is not an ordinary woman, I think she is more educated than me."

Antonio's tone was filled with the melancholy of hatred: "Why are you so naive? You are fascinated by the moment you meet someone?"

"Why don't you believe it? I really have no intention of pursuing Miss Navare." Antonio had already had a prejudice, and Winters was now unaware of it: "And I think Miss Navare...is very sincere."

"Of course sincere! If you don't feel sincere, how can you manipulate you?" Antonio asked back, but he changed his mind and smiled: "But men just need to be deceived by women, and they can only mature after being deceived."

Winters now didn't want to say anything. He simply closed his mouth tightly, looked forward without looking sideways, touched the ribs with his boot heels. Qiangyun got the instructions and ran happily.

"Don't be upset, what can we talk about?" Antonio shouted to Winters' back: "Don't ride so fast at night, be careful to break the horse's hooves."

Winters didn't want to pay attention to him, but when he heard that he might have broken his horse's hooves, he slowed down. Antonio chased him from behind: "Hey, why are you shy about this? When we were young, we all used these things as a good talk."

"Don't say it, I have no idea about Miss Navare that you think."

"Okay, okay, let's not say it." Antonio said kindly, his tone sounded like comforting the shy young man.

Winters was too lazy to explain, and the two rode silently for a while. Antonio suddenly said with emotion: "Oh, it seems that the thing I was most worried about back then came true."

He deliberately lengthened his tone and waited for the supporting role, but Winters didn't take his words at all.

Antonio smacked his lips boredly and said to himself: "Do you know what the Army Officer Academy was built with reference to?"

When Winters heard this question, he thought, "Isn't it college?" But he didn't want to pay attention to Antonio now, and he still kept silent.

"If you think it's a university, then you're wrong." Antonio asked and answered: "University is a place where young people learn, drink and fight together. Have you ever experienced it? The Army Officer Academy copied the monastery model. In the military academy, you are actually ascetic monks with military status. You have little communication with the outside world, and the military academy is the whole world."

Antonio continued: "When the military academy was first established, it was nothing. When your father and I were sixteen and seventeen, they were almost adults. But the people of the United Provinces added preparatory schools and junior schools. Now your generation was sent to the military academy at the age of nine and advanced all the way. After ten years of monastery life, there was almost no social experience. I don't know if this model is good, but I have confirmed that once you meet Judith, you are all Horovni."

Judith approached the enemy general who coveted his beauty with beauty, and took advantage of the latter's drunkenness to cut off his head, which eventually led to the defeat of the Assyrians. Although Winters was not a believer, he also knew this famous story contained in the scriptures.

But Winters didn't want to hear these words at all. He waved his whip and galloped towards his home.

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The next morning, Winters greeted Bard and Andre before going to the military police office.

Bard looked around Qiangyun three times and praised him. After seeing Qiangyun, Andre couldn't even move his eyes away and said he would ride no matter what.

When Winters and his two partners showed their new toys, they walked to the gate of the military police. He saw the clerk Moluc walking around the corridor like an ant on a hot pan.

"Ash, Mr. Moluc? Didn't you bring the key?" Winters greeted jokingly.

"You are here, Chief Montagne." Moluc felt relieved when he saw Winters coming: "The people from the Security Command were about to be furious. They sent someone to have a big fight yesterday afternoon. But the two chiefs were not there, and I couldn't explain it to them. People came again early this morning, and they were sitting inside?"

In order to get rid of these four stinky corpses, the customs prison was amazingly efficient. As soon as Field and Winters left, the warden got a few thin wooden boards and nailed them into four simple coffins, put the bodies inside and sent them to the Sea Blue Guard Command.

Lieutenant Colonel Field's words were half true, but the other half was not fake either. He said that there was no morgue at the Army Headquarters, and this half of them was true.

But he asked the customs to send the body to the "morgue of the Sea Blue Guard Command", which is ambiguous in nature because the security command does not have a morgue either.

Seeing the carriage pulling the body of the customs officer parked at the door, the officers from the security headquarters looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.

After hearing that the Security Command had no morgue, the customs officer placed the coffin directly next to the gate of the Security Command, saying that it was "sent from Lieutenant Colonel Field", and then left.

The people in the Security Command were disgusted, literally "disgusted". When they opened the coffin, many officers vomited it out on the spot, and the coffin was nailed to death again.

Although there is a layer of coffin, it only reduces the odor from vomiting on the spot to the point where it makes people feel uncomfortable.

These four corpses have now become a problem for the Security Command. There is no place for the Security Command to release them, and they do not have the courage to throw the four coffins at the door of the Army Headquarters.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! The head of the Guard and Military Police Department heard that these four gas coffins were sent by Lieutenant Colonel Field, and he was furious.

He ordered all his men and came to the Army Headquarters in a fierce manner. He must find Field to "theory" them.

However, Field was not there at that time, and Winters had already read the report and went home, leaving Moluc alone in the military police office.

There is a head of injustice and a debt of debt. A group of big and round-hearted officers have no choice but to use this thin scribe. You can't beat the clerk in front of you and vent your anger, right?

The guards who punched the cotton returned home in disappointment. The next day, he continued to send a lieutenant colonel over and asked Field to explain it to him, and asked Field to quickly get the four bodies away.

Yesterday Winters would feel guilty for causing trouble for the security department, but today Winters has learned that the essence of this case is a political struggle and is pushed to the Gendarmerie just to disgust Lieutenant Colonel Field.

So Winters is not under any psychological pressure now, and for the first time in his life, he has experienced the benefits of a low rank.

He imitated the attitude of the thin guard of the customs prison. After saluting, no matter what the lieutenant colonel in the security department said, he would answer with "I don't know", "I don't know", "I'm just an intern officer, I can't make the decision".

The lieutenant colonel opposite was furious, but he had no choice but to do anything about it. After all, a small intern officer was not in charge.

Just as Winters was drinking the sugar water poured by Moluc and calmly took out the customs autopsy report to review it, Lieutenant Colonel Field entered the house.

The two lieutenant colonels quarreled as soon as they met, and neither listened to the other person and shouted at themselves.

This quarrel mode is about voice and momentum. So in the end, of course, Lieutenant Colonel Field, the caster, had the advantage, and he easily suppressed the other party with amplification.

Lieutenant Colonel Field yelled one after another, spitting his spit on the other side:

"Those four corpses are important evidence!"

"You can't push me the dirty work and let you keep the evidence?"

"There is no morgue at the headquarters, what's wrong with you there for the time being?"

"If you are not satisfied, take the case back!"

He yelled and slapped the table, and the entire Army headquarters could hear it clearly.

The power of magic is within the power of manpower? The lieutenant colonel of the Security Department was not as loud as Field. Seeing that he could only suffer a loss here, he left angrily.

Lieutenant Colonel Field beat the dog in the water: "Don't bury it! It's your responsibility to keep the evidence unfavorable, and it's not your case to be settled!"

I was angry, but the case still needs to be investigated.

Field transferred four ten-man teams and led the military police straight to the dock with Winters.

Seeing the Lucia horse that Winters was riding, Field was quite surprised: "Isn't this 'good luck'?"

Winters touched the horse's long neck: "It's called 'strong luck' now."

Field nodded, not seeing any thoughts.

After arriving at the dock, Winters found that Lieutenant Colonel Field's investigation ideas were actually no different from those of the Customs Guard Division. They were all looking for witnesses, inquiring and investigating all the way.

Since ancient times, law enforcement officers have always investigated cases like this. They first look for witnesses, and if there is no witness, they will investigate them bit by bit. After finding the suspect, they will apply torture instruments and finally close the case.

Winters believes that since Lopp's official did not get any results with this set, Lieutenant Colonel Field would certainly not get more useful information.

But he said nothing, just worked silently.

The military police at the Army Headquarters Gendarmerie Department are essentially guards, and they have their own job - standing guard.

Lieutenant Colonel Field waved his hand and transferred the people to the dock to investigate the case, which actually occupied the soldiers' rest time.

Therefore, the soldiers were depressed and had negative attitudes, and they lazily asked the residents and vendors near the docks.

Judging from their exhausted appearance, even if there are any valuable clues, they will be missed.

Lieutenant Colonel Field saw the soldiers' status and understood that it would be meaningless to continue to investigate like this. So before noon, all the military police were disbanded.

"If you continue to investigate like this, you have to think of some new solutions." Field said to Winters, who was sitting opposite him while having lunch in the Army Officers Club.

Winters swallowed the bread in his mouth and said boldly: "If you want to close the case, isn't it easy?"

"Hmph, they pushed me the dirty work, thinking I would let them do it. But I didn't meet their wishes, so I must check it out."

Field was neither surprised nor disgusted. He glanced at Winters and asked, "But you, since you know that I am a fire pit, why do you want to jump here?"

"What you said at the introduction meeting made me very educated." Winters honestly said: "I have never seen anyone who can control the output of amplification so smoothly as you do. I want to learn your magic skills, so I came to the Gendarmerie."

"It's interesting to say what you want," Field poured Winters a little light ale: "But Warrant Officer Montagne, you have to think clearly first whether you want to learn magic skills or kill enemies."

Winters understood what the lieutenant colonel was talking about, and the difficulty of the spell was not linked to the lethality of the spell.

Accurately controlling the output of sound amplification technology, the difficulty of achieving sound amplification technology is definitely much higher than that of sound amplification technology that can shake the eardrums.

The former is a tightrope walking, while the latter is a sledgehammer hitting walnuts. The latter only requires explosive power, while the former requires skill.

“Can’t you learn them all?”

"Hahaha, think about you spellcasters who are good at fire-burning spells, why are spellcasters who are far inferior to those who are specialized in acceleration spells?"

"The acceleration spell itself is better at combat."

"Wrong! You learned too much. The idea of ​​cultivating magic combat situations is very wrong. If you want to train a spellcaster who is good at killing, it is enough to teach only one spell." Field slapped the table:

"There are now seven spells in the fire system, and there are only three acceleration systems, namely the flying arrow technique, the wind control technique, and the slant technique. Among them, the only one with lethality is the flying arrow technique. The caster who specializes in the acceleration system will practice this spell to kill the enemy."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "But I think the vaporization technique is obviously more difficult, but its power is far less than that of the flying arrow technique."

"You can also practice flying arrow technique."

"I'm not very good at acceleration spells. No matter how much I practice, I'll make progress very slowly."

Field laughed and leaned back, leaning heavily on the back of the chair: "This is what I asked you to think clearly, what exactly are you trying to learn, is it your more talented spell? Or is it a more suitable spell for killing?"
To be continued...