Kneading his sore shoulders, Hulion, who was tall, carried a sword with a blade that had appeared, stepped across the corpse and walked straight to Song Xiaoye. He used his fighting spirit to use his arms that were still faintly shining with a light white light, and grabbed the other party's arm with a high height. Suddenly, all the demon soldiers gathered on the top of the city also burst into a thunderous cry.

This is a ceremony recognized by the demon army that only those who are the first to achieve their battle deserve to enjoy.

The human army did not continue to attack. Maybe they were not prepared enough, maybe because the army commander believed that the casualties of a single attack were too great. In short, the Dano Pass was once again in a brief silence.

Hundreds of burning fires were lit in the open space in the fortress. The huge iron pots placed on the fire emitted a mouth-watering rich meat fragrance. The thighs and arms cut off from the dead human soldiers were washed and chopped into pieces and sprinkled into the pot. Cooked under the irresistible flame, it eventually turned into a fresh and rich meat soup that could not be distinguished.

"Boy, I'll give you a bowl!"

With a thick and bold shout, Hulion, who was covered in white beard, handed a bowl full of broth to Song Xiaoye. He touched the edge of the bowl heavily, and the two of them drank at the same time, which caused a group of onlookers to burst into laughter with kindness.

For the demons, wine is an absolute luxury. The food spent on brewing a liter of wine is enough to support dozens of hungry children. Therefore, the empire explicitly stipulates that it is a death sentence for private brewing under any excuse. Over time, this mysterious liquid with a wonderful taste has also become something that is almost legendary in people's mouth.

Julion belongs to the very few people who have tasted the wine. It was more than fifty years ago, in an extremely tragic large-scale battle, and a small bottle of canned rice wine the size of a fist was taken from the body of a human officer.

He had drunk the bottle of wine for twelve years. Only when he was so greedy, Hulyon would gently untie the mud cover at the mouth of the bottle and shake a drop on his tongue with great stinginess. Close his eyes and slowly savor the temptation and intoxication that started from the tip of his tongue and gradually spread into his entire mouth.

Since then, Julion has been able to use soup instead of wine, expressing his inner respect to all those who deserve respect.

The demons are too poor, and Hulyon is a general, even worse than a human beggar.

"Boy, don't go back. Just stay in this fortress. How about being my deputy?"

While the old general bit the big mouthful and took it off the fire, the surface was roasted and the sparse crispy skin was still covered with bone-shaped human flesh with sizzling oil beads. While he struggled to squeeze out this vague question from the gap between his tongue and the meat.

These words made all the people who were gathered in front of the fire stop. Even the adjutant who stood behind Hulyon and who had always been very cunning could not help but be slightly moved.

According to the Demon Army, the arrangement of officers from low to high is as follows: the squad leader has ten people, the squad leader has one hundred people, and the squad leader has one thousand people. The brigade is one star, two star, and even the highest level of five-star war generals that are measured in ten thousand of thousands of soldiers. The large-scale military organization of more than 50,000 soldiers is jointly appointed by the Demon Emperor himself and the Military Head. The position of Legion Commander is often selected from the nobles with outstanding military achievements.

This is a military organization that all countries on the continent, regardless of race, follow. Even the arrogant humans still faithfully maintain their own army according to this structure. There are a considerable number of books among the human and demon clans, which proves that the original military system was written by their own clans. However, this kind of war of words that has no practical significance to both sides, but has continued for thousands of years. It is still loved by the writers of the two clans.

Deputy General is a general term for commanders in the Demon Army that are favored by the commanders. Although the highest rank of this position is just an ordinary captain, he holds absolute power that is only weaker than the commander himself. In simple terms, it is equivalent to the second-ranked person in an army.

The improvement of the status of demon soldiers depends entirely on military merits. An example of a soldier who jumped to captain because of his bravery in combat is everywhere in the Imperial Army. However, after the battle, he was directly promoted to the deputy general of the fortress. This rocket-like speed really surprised and stunned the veterans.

In their opinion, Song Xiaoye was just an absolute country boy. Although he had been recognized by the military headquarters, his actual identity was the captain of the imperial squadron who ruled a hundred people. However, before the appointment letter of the military headquarters and the relevant military uniforms were issued, he was still an ordinary demon reserve soldier.

What's more, this little guy who is only sixteen years old looks so tender. A guy who has not grown all his hair and has never been a woman has to become a deputy general with a heavy power. This is simply a joke!

Unfortunately, when everyone turned their doubtful eyes to the speaker again, they only saw: the eyes covered by a piece of crispy barbecue that was so vigorously that they could chew on Julion's face, covered with incomparable appreciation and certainty.

The same sentence sounds to the teenagers in Loller training camp, but it has another opposite meaning that is completely different from the veterans.

For an ordinary soldier, there is nothing more glorious than becoming a general. What's more, this living example happens to him now. The lucky man is still a partner in the same town as him and a friend from the same training camp.

Before he knew it, Weisen's eyes when he looked at Song Xiaoye were filled with indescribable loyalty and joy. The eyes of Moss and others were filled with another shock and condolence.

"General, we must improve the fortress's defense facilities as soon as possible. Otherwise, we may not be able to stand the attack in the next few days."

Regarding Hulion's words, Song Xiaoye was very clever and did not choose to accept or refuse. Instead, he directly led the topic in another direction.

He knew very well that the old general was obviously a stubborn person. His favorability for him was largely due to a series of actions of saving fire during the day to avoid flying stones and save the crisis. The saying "appointing deputy generals" was actually a rewarding promise with ambiguous meaning. After all, whether it was the squadron leader or the squadron leader, before the official appointment and removal documents of the military headquarters were delivered, he was still just a reserve soldier in the Loller training camp.

Therefore, when verbal promises have not become a real reality, you must live. The key to survival smoothly in the cruel battle between you and you will die is largely determined by the solidity of the fortress you are in.

The terrain of Dano Fortress is dangerous. However, in the alien civilization deep in Song Xiaoye’s brain’s memory, there is a motto that is regarded as a classic warfare————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

In the ancient wars of alien civilizations, there were countless powerful siege equipment, rushing cars, crashing hammers, explosives... Similarly, as the guardian side, there were various defensive measures in contrast. Due to the differences in civilization, these things have not appeared in the desperate battles between humans and demons that lasted for thousands of years. According to Song Xiaoye's original plan, the first thing after arriving at the fortress was to use local existing materials to make several crossbows that could fire long arrows in the shortest time. It is conceivable that if the Dano Pass suddenly had more existence, it would cause great casualties to the human army besieging the city.

Unfortunately, everything that happened during the day forced him to give up his thoughts.

Several stone throwers actually appeared in the human army. This is an unprecedented event in the history of the war between the two tribes on the mainland.

Song Xiaoye carefully observed: those stone throwers should be made by the wise craftsmen in the human empire. Their manufacturing process is very simple. The hair pressing device cannot carry too much weight and can only throw scattered stones for covering and attack. In terms of power alone, it cannot be compared with the heavy stone carts in the alien civilization that can launch a weight of more than tons and crack and destroy solid city walls. But no matter what, their appearance is enough to pose a sufficient threat to the demon soldiers without heavy armor protection.

If this situation continues, it will not take long for Dano Fortress to lose its terrain advantages.

"Hehehehe! Strengthening defense...it's hard!"

Speaking of this, the heroic old general couldn't help but show some fatigue and helplessness mixed with wrinkles and white hair: "Boy, I'll tell you, I have been guarding this Dano Pass for 16 years, but I just raised the fortress's guardrail for more than ten meters on the original basis. If the wall in front of the mountain was as high and thick as the capital of the kings, even if the damn human army came for hundreds of thousands more, I wouldn't blink."

Hulyon has only 3,000 soldiers under his command. In addition, the demon construction technology has always lagged behind the various factors such as genres, materials, and manpower. It is no wonder that he expressed such powerless feelings.

"It must be too late to build a wall."

Song Xiaoye did not point it out directly. Instead, he picked up the knife at hand, cut a piece of human cooked meat placed in the fire and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it slowly, shaking his head and saying, "If we play like this today, it won't take long, we will all be exhausted here."

No one spoke. All the demons gathered in front of the fire showed unconcealed worries. They all knew very well: these words were not exaggerated. Although the terrain of Dano Pass was dangerous, the soldiers stationed in the fortress were extremely limited. If the human army under the city launched an attack regardless of casualties and day and night, then even the powerful golden warriors would become exhausted soldiers who were put on their necks and could not resist because of their exhaustion.

"Boy, what are you thinking?"

Hulion put down the half-bitten piece of meat in his hand, bared his mouth wide, and used his fingers that were thicker than carrots to pull out a piece of bone slag stuck in it, stained with oil and meat scraps from a row of not very tight teeth. He looked at him meaningfully.

A person who is old and lives like a spirit. An old general who can firmly defend Dano Fortress for 16 years with the power of three thousand people and prevent human troops from entering the territory of the demons is certainly not the kind of unscheming and unscrupulous man who only knows to fight blindly. Although he does not know Song Xiaoye's true strength, he is qualified to hang a black iron badge on his chest and kill more than 2,000 elite soldiers overnight with the power of a hundred people, he is definitely not a waste who only knows how to eat and wait for death.

"What you said just now shouldn't be a joke for a moment, right?" Song Xiaoye did not answer directly. Instead, he smiled and asked carefully with the most serious look.

"Kidding? Are you saying...be my deputy?"

Hulion was stunned and then realized. He saw him rubbing a handful of shiny oil flowing down the corner of his mouth, and laughed and said, "You are, you are. I don't have many people who will like you in my life. You are just one!"

...

The fortress commander did not break his promise. The next day, when the twelve surrounding villages and towns received an emergency recruitment order and sent the reserve troops from various soldiers' training camps to Dano Pass, Kamon also gathered an army of more than a thousand. The first order he issued was completely beyond everyone's expectations.

"Collect all the dirt and feces near the fortress camp. The more the quantity, the better!"

All day long, Dano Fortress had become a super toilet. When people pinched their noses and used various utensils to transport the inexplicable aged manure to the city, and poured them into hundreds of large pots to cook. The entire fortress was suddenly covered by a disgusting stench.

"What exactly does he want to do?"

Standing in the general's living room on the second floor of the fortress, the tall and thin adjutant Lamick frowned and gently hid his nose with his fingers slightly. Despite this, the stench that was floating everywhere in the air could still skillfully drill into his olfactory system through the tiny gap.

"Let him do it! Don't forget that this kid's current identity is my deputy general. I also want to see how capable he is and how much surprise he can bring me."

Julion sat on a solid and rough log chair and replied without looking back. He was reaching his fingers into a wooden bowl on the table next to him. From time to time, he dipped a little condensed yellow oil and carefully wiped the sharp sword placed across his knees.

"Is it a chance to appoint a young man as a deputy? Is it a bit of a play?" Looking at him in high spirits, Lamick shook his head gently. He picked up a rag made of numb from the side of the table and handed it over.

"Hehe! We have known each other for more than a year or two. When did I do something I was unsure about?"

Speaking of this, the old general put down his sword, stood up and walked to the window. Looking at the busy people on the city wall in the distance, a cunning smile appeared on his face: "The reserve soldiers urgently recruited from various training camps are all newcomers who have never been to the battlefield. Instead of letting these little babies die in vain, it is better to let them see more blood behind them. When they are used to killing, they can be used as half a veteran when they really do it. Moreover, this young man can become a deputy general and rely entirely on his own military merits. In this regard, no one dares to say half of the word "no".

"Two thousand five hundred heads... According to military regulations, he can at least be promoted to the captain of the captain who commands a thousand people."

Lamick nodded and said, "I sent someone to send the war report yesterday. This place is far away from the imperial capital. It takes two months to go back and forth. In addition, the military headquarters reviewed the results from the actual appointment, it would probably take more than three months."

"Three months...hehe! Three months later, I guess the battle will be almost done. At that time, the guys in the military will have to work hard again for the new record review. What a natural hard work!"

...

Standing behind the tall walls, looking at the large iron pot boiled by the fire, dirty water bubbles that were darker than the mud appeared. Wisen's face, which was fumigated by the heat, could not help but show a little confusion.

He did not doubt Song Xiaoye's orders. From the moment he was rescued in the training camp, Weisen, whose parents both died, had regarded this black-haired boy of similar age as his as the only master worthy of service in his life.

Destiny was given by the master. As a loyal servant, Weisen would naturally implement every instruction from Song Xiaoye to the end without any discount.

Despite this, deep in his heart, there was still a little bit of his own doubts - what did the owner want to do with so much feces?

The burning flames reflected the solemn Visen's face into red. Seeing this, Song Xiaoye, who was standing next to the guard, walked slowly from the boiling pot. He patted his shoulder and said lightly: "Why, do you think the order I gave is a bit strange?"

Wiesen nodded, subconsciously opened his mouth to speak, but in the end he could not make any syllables from his mouth. He wanted to speak but stopped, and finally chose to remain silent.

"Fat is an extremely dirty poison."

Song Xiaoye squatted down, picked up a slender branch, and carefully stirred the half-boiled black liquid in the pot. He said to himself: "If this kind of thing is stained on the wound, it will cause the flesh to ulcer in a short time. In severe cases, it may even damage life. Of course, some highly toxic plants that Mos and the others have brought back from nearby mountains and forests are added to these feces. These two things are added together and after being boiled and concentrated, the toxicity will be increased by a hundred times. The weapons and arrows soaked with them will naturally be accompanied by invisible terrible toxins that kill people. Just imagine, if a pot of hot poison juice is poured down from the city when defending... Hehehehe! What kind of consequences will it have?"

This made Weisen feel creepy. Even the eyes that looked into the pot became trembling slightly.
Chapter completed!