The Extra Man

At dusk, the afterglow of the sunset rendered the clouds into a fiery red on the horizon.

A large group of copper billed blackbirds flew over the campsite from afar and plunged into the dense forest at the foot of the mountain, where a large bird's nest was built.

The soldiers registered their fallen companions one by one, leaving only their nameplates and valuable personal belongings. The bodies were wrapped in linen, coated with fire oil, and stacked into high piles, surrounded by red pine branches. A priest wearing a priest's robe held a slightly curled prayer book in his hand, standing in front of the pile and gently recited a requiem.

The commander of the 57th Armored Infantry Regiment, Mond Goss, personally lit pine branches, and thick smoke billowed. The linen cloth filled with kerosene was quickly ignited, and the fire quickly spread to the entire pile of corpses.

The firewood was burning with a crackling sound, and there was a sharp 'squeaking' sound coming from the pile of corpses, which was the sound of the oil on the bodies being rapidly refined by high heat.

Ten night watchmen will stay here until dawn to prevent the fire from spreading outward.

The four captains of the 57th Armored Infantry Regiment stood behind Captain Mond Goss, waiting expressionlessly for the ceremony to end before returning to the camp with their respective teams.

After cleaning the battlefield every time, Baron Sidney, as the captain of the fourth brigade, had a hint of pride on his face.

Even in the military camp, he pays great attention to his appearance and always keeps his uniform ironed smooth and clean. He wears a pair of polished long boots, and the scabbard on his belt is adorned with three sapphires the size of nails. Near the chest of the military uniform, there are two red copper noble medals hanging, which are also polished twinkle.

Before returning to his own camp, he had to patrol the camp of the Fourth Brigade as usual. The first thing to check was naturally the animal pen, where there were twelve Thunder Rhinoceros. These Thunder Rhinoceros were not his personal property, but his brother-in-law, the head of the 57th Infantry Regiment, Mond Goss. These large land animals were mainly responsible for carrying valuable materials in the military camp.

The favorite food for these Thunder Rhinos is ground potato pancakes filled with starch. Simply mash the ground potatoes, steam them in a steamer, and let them cool. You will get pieces of ground potato pancakes the size of wheels. With Thunder Rhinos' appetite, at least fifty of these wheel sized ground potato pancakes need to be eaten in a meal. Fortunately, they don't always eat them, and only need to be fed with cassava twice a day in the morning and evening.

Subsequently, Baron Sidney will take a tour of the five squadron campsites below and check the arrangement of the night sentries until it is completely dark before returning to his camp.

But tonight he wanted to return to his tent early. The adjutant secretly came up an hour ago to report that the caravans behind the 57th Armored Infantry Regiment had sent representatives waiting outside his tent. Although there was no rich oil and water to clean the battlefield this time, the harvest was still very good. He could always get some black striped magic skins from these evil spirits, which were in high demand in the eyes of the magical merchants.

Baron Sidney is well aware of the fat job of cleaning the battlefield, what can be taken (such as the small black striped magic skins on these evil spirits), and absolutely cannot be taken (such as some valuable items on fallen soldiers and standard weapons and equipment in the army).

However, Baron Sidney was somewhat dissatisfied in his heart. After patrolling the sentry post, he was unexpectedly stopped by several soldiers. However, he knew that Sam, the veteran standing at the forefront, was a small captain of the Fifth Squadron.

For this veteran Sam, the most profound impression of Baron Sidney is that when his father led this brigade, he was a highly experienced veteran. This guy himself was like a slippery old loach, and no matter how dangerous the battle situation was, this guy had a way to survive. However, for an old man like him, it was impossible for them to achieve meritorious service and promotion.

At this moment, veteran Sam and Suldak stood in front of Baron Sidney with the remaining ten soldiers from the second squad.

What's the matter with you guys? "The Baron asked with a foul face, and everyone could see the dissatisfaction on his face.

Veteran Sam felt a bit hesitant, but at this moment, Suldak next to him took the lead and reported to the Sidney Squadron Leader, "Lord Sidney, this is the situation."

At this moment, Sam could only grit his head and stand by Suldak's side, waiting for him to finish everything in detail.

Baron Sidney had three hundred soldiers under his command, and although not all of them could be named, he had a certain impression on every soldier. The most profound impression on Suldak was that this young man had excellent skinning skills and was considered a technical talent in the brigade.

That's why Baron Sidney patiently asked Suldak to finish all his words.

After listening to Suldak's account, Baron Sidney frowned and said displeased, "Why did you come to me for such a thing

Veteran Sam secretly glanced at Suldak, with a hint of 'Look, what did I say? You just don't want to listen to me. If the Baron blames you and comes down to see how you end up...'

Suldak looked nervously at Baron Sidney.

Perhaps Baron Sidney was infected by Sudak's sincere gaze, or perhaps he was in a hurry to get away, so he had to deal with this matter quickly. So he instructed Sudak, "You leave 'him' to the logistics department for handling, we are not a battlefield medical center

Suldak replied honestly, "We went to the logistics department of the regiment, but that person doesn't have an identification plate, which cannot prove that they are soldiers of our regiment or a friendly regiment. The logistics department refuses to accept them".

Baron Sidney certainly knew that those departments in the infantry regiment would inevitably shift blame to each other when there were no benefits.

He lowered his head for a moment of serious thought, and the adjutant behind him whispered a few words in Baron Sidney's ear.

Baron Sidney's eyes lit up and he immediately said to Suldak, "Well, then ask where he comes from and throw it directly to the merchants outside the camp. I don't think those merchants would mind bringing back a wounded soldier when transporting supplies to Green, but they need his family to pay a fee.

Thinking that the person, although not a fool, had not spoken a word since waking up, Suldak explained to Baron Sidney again, "Baron Sidney.."

These words probably burned out Baron Sidney's last bit of patience, and his expression became increasingly pale, A little casually said, "This is it! Originally... the military camp cannot accommodate such an unidentified person, but I can treat it as if I don't know anything. Since I have been heavily injured, if I can't survive these days... then I'll bury it in a random place in the forest outside the camp. If I survive, as long as he can walk, I'll let him go as soon as possible! Remember, don't cause trouble for me

After speaking, take the adjutant and step forward through the middle of Surdak and Sam

"Yes, Baron. "Sudak trembled all over and quickly bowed.

He Boqiang lay in a tent full of sweat and foot odor, feeling for the first time that he was just an unnecessary person.

After Suldak rescued him from the battlefield, he racked his brains to send him to various places with shelter and treatment capabilities, such as the infantry logistics department shelter, and the caravans who followed the infantry to make war profits. Unfortunately, they were unwilling to take in He Boqiang, who was seriously injured and unable to move.

In the end, Suldak still did not leave He Boqiang in the forest outside the camp and let him survive on his own.

He persuaded veteran Sam and all the people of the second team to carry He Boqiang into the tent in the camp after obtaining their consent. He found a quiet corner. Although there was no military doctor, he could not get the dispensation of therapeutic liquid diluent, so he had to bring back some cereal Congee in the canteen every day, and poured it into He Boqiang's stomach like a duck.

Although living such a difficult life, He Boqiang found his body like a wild grass - incredibly tenacious in vitality.

Under such adversity, the injuries on my body are gradually improving.

He Boqiang closed his eyes every day to accept the memory fragments flying in the void, and opens his eyes to see a group of low-level soldiers stubbornly living in this strange world. He finally realizes that this is not a dream, he should have gone through time and space travel.