analysis

"Your battalion has the strength of a brigade, and the highest-ranking officer is Baron Cardoj. Even the brigade jarl is a knight under the baron, so if you want to continue to climb up the ranks, you'll have to rely on the baron. Isn't military merit just a word from the baron?" said Suzanne.

"So I need to rely on Master Solon? He's the young master of the fief and is very likely to be the baron's heir in the future. If I rely on him now, it's very likely that I'll be appreciated and nurtured by him. " Locke was still a little smart. He immediately understood why Suzanne suggested him to rely on Solon.

"That's right. From your introduction, I think the most powerful person in your camp is the baron, followed by your captain and Young Master Sauron." Since the baron and the brigade jarl aren't participating in the election of platoon jarls, you should grab hold of Solon. And I even think that the selection of the Baron as a platoon leader is to help Young Master Solon build his own team. "

Suzanne was indeed someone who grew up in the streets since she was a child. She had a good grasp of worldly affairs. Locke had once heard from Warner that three or four platoons might be merged into one and then a new platoon would be established. At that time, Locke took it as a joke and didn't take it seriously. But after hearing what Suzanne said, it seemed to be a real possibility. If a new platoon was established, who would be the platoon jarl and deputy platoon jarl? Wouldn't a platoon without a leadership structure be suitable for Solon to build up his team?

As soon as Locke thought about it, he was enlightened. He kissed Suzanne excitedly and told her about the merger of the platoons. She was even more certain of her thoughts.

"Why does the baron want to establish a team for the young master so early? Besides, it's said that the baron's second son is now managing the fief in the country. "Locke was still a little confused.

"There are many things I don't understand. Why do you care so much?" Suzanne rolled her eyes at Locke. "What you need to do now is to climb up the ranks and make our lives better in the future." After all, Suzanne was just an ordinary commoner who grew up in the streets. Although she was smart, she didn't know enough about how the nobles handled things. In this era, ordinary people were more in awe of the nobles.

Locke didn't have any lofty ambitions. He was content to be able to eat and wear warm clothes with his family. Suzy's words touched him. He hugged her tightly and said, "Our future will be very good."

Locke only woke up when the sun was high up in the sky the next day. As for the reason, it was naturally because the two of them had sex last night. "Have you been holding it in for too long?" Locke couldn't help but mutter. He slapped his face to wake himself up and strode towards the camp.

Last night, Locke and Suzanne had come to an agreement to rely on Solon. As for what gifts to give Solon, Suzanne suggested that it shouldn't be too expensive or extravagant. He was just a squad jarl, so what good gifts could he have? It would be better to give him something that suited his status. It would show his sincerity and lower the bar for him to stand on. They didn't need anything fancy so that Solon would feel that he was useful.

From the fact that Solon was the vice-jarl of the cavalry platoon and what he had done in the camp, Locke felt that Solon wasn't a materialistic person. So, he listened to Suzanne's suggestion. As for the gift, it was the wine that he and Yoshk drank yesterday. Suzanne said that she didn't have much of it left. There were only five bottles left, so she had to buy some wheat and other raw materials to brew it. This time, he brought two bottles with him and prepared to meet Solon.

Locke returned to their tent. The tent was a mess and he could hear the noise from afar. This time, Peter was on duty at the entrance of the tent. He was a young servant soldier with a pair of bright eyes. He was Kane's follower and a professional archer.

"Brother Locke! You're back! "Peter suddenly shouted, startling Locke who had just reached the entrance. Locke squinted at him and knew what he was up to. Without saying much, Locke lifted the curtain of the tent and walked in.

"I guess Brother Locke is still plowing the fields in Rachel's bed..." Kane's excited voice could be heard from afar. It seemed that he hadn't heard Peter's warning at the entrance. His back was facing the entrance of the tent, and he was gesticulating as he told the others about his fantasies.

Locke silently walked behind Kane, and the expressions of the others in the tent changed. As expected of a scout, Kane reacted immediately when the others' expressions changed. He pounced forward like a hungry dog and dodged Locke's sweeping kick. Then, he rolled to the left like a loach and dodged Locke's kick. Locke was indeed a strong man with the strength of a second-rate soldier and could compete for the rank of a first-rate soldier. It was just a hasty step, but it stirred up a layer of dust and made a muffled sound.

"Wah, calm down, Brother. I was just joking." Kane knew that Locke was serious when he saw Locke's imposing manner. He couldn't beat Locke. Apart from strength, which archer was good at hand-to-hand combat? He wasn't stupid. He didn't want to be beaten up by Locke for nothing.

"Hmph, at least you didn't retreat." Locke didn't pursue the matter of Kane secretly slandering him after seeing that he had dodged two consecutive moves. This guy is a loach, Locke muttered.

"Alright, I'll stop fooling around. After training for the next few days, Yarde, take Fayr and the others to the Green Palm Tavern. " Locke ordered his brothers around him. They were just dealing with some hooligans. A third-rate soldier and four or five servant soldiers were enough to deal with them.

Locke's words revealed many meanings. First of all, Locke asked his men to go to the tavern in the town. This was beyond the power of a squad jarl. Although he had the strength, he couldn't act recklessly without the power. This also indirectly revealed that Locke was determined to be promoted to a first-class platoon jarl.

Secondly, Locke only told them to go to the tavern in the next few days. This also revealed that the team might be moving out soon. As for where they were going, everyone more or less had an idea.

Finally, they were going to the Green Palm Tavern. Thinking about Locke not returning for a night, it wasn't difficult for this group of soldiers to think that something had happened between their boss and the beautiful lady boss. Boss sent them to protect his sister-in-law. Okay, this meant that he didn't treat them as an outsider. They would definitely protect her well. This also indirectly increased the cohesion of the squad.

As for why Locke asked Yarde to take a group of servant soldiers to the tavern, it was not only because they were enough to deal with those hooligans. Who wouldn't want to put their strongest force to protect their woman? Firstly, there were still patrolling officers in the camp. He was still a squad jarl, so he couldn't be too overbearing. Secondly, it was to train them. Most of these servant soldiers were added to his squad in the past year. A year or two ago, they were just ordinary farmers. They hadn't experienced enough war. Letting them deal with those hooligans would more or less give them some training. Although they fought fiercely yesterday, that was because Locke and Kane were at the side. They took the lead and stimulated their vigor.

After living together for so long, the old foxes understood the meaning behind the jarl's words. Even if they didn't understand, it was fine. Kane and the others would remind them when they chatted at night.

This was Locke's charm. He told some sensitive information in advance to his teammates so that they could prepare for battle in advance and be confident in their promotion.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Locke arrived at the center of the camp. This was where the baron, the jarl and Master Solon lived. As expected of the baron's eldest son, there were at least two squads guarding outside Solon's tent. These were just sentries out in the open, but there were also many masters in the dark.

He asked the guard at the gate to inform Master Solon and waited outside. This time, he came to visit Young Master Solon alone. He only brought two glass bottles of ale with him, which he held in his hands. This was something he and Suzanne had discussed earlier. Solon wouldn't be interested in ordinary gifts, and he didn't have any good ones either. It was better to bring two bottles of ale. In the barracks, alcohol was the best medicine for building a relationship. Bringing two bottles of ale could not only strengthen the relationship between the two of them, but also show Locke his loyalty.

After the routine search, the guard who sent the message came back and invited Locke in. Locke nodded at him, tidied up his clothes a little, and walked into the tent.

This was the first time Locke came to Solon's tent. He didn't interact much with Solon before. He would only greet him respectfully when they met in battle or in the barracks. In Locke's impression, Solon was a strong and easy-going person. As a noble, he didn't look down on ordinary civilians in the barracks. Instead, he fought alongside them. There was no doubt about Solon's strength. He was a strong man who had learned impetus like Yoshk and the others. Locke estimated that with his current ability, he could at most fight Solon to a draw.

Author's thoughts

Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!

Do you want to vote

Creating is hard, cheer me up! Vote for me!

I want to book

I bookmarked this book, come support me with a thumbs up!

Do you want to collect Did you like it? Add to library!

I would like to comment

Do you have any idea of my story? Comment and let me know.