Chapter 22 Pressure Platoon II

Aldred lay on one of the bed before Bartrem and Mary entered the barrack.

"Are you comfortable, Aldred?" Mary asked.

It wasn't as comfortable as his bed in the floating castle, but it was better than the cold and hard brick that he used to slept on in his past life. "I am comfortable."

"Comfort is not our first priority as a soldier," Bartrem started. "I hope you keep that in mind."

Aldred smiled with a sigh. As a homeless, comfort wasn't his first priority either. He would sleep near the landfill, or under the bridge. Anywhere he wouldn't be seen by people. People were evil. They'd kick him for no reason and threw rocks at him. Aldred just arrived here less than an hour and he was reminded of his past life all over again.

All the rainy days where the ground was cold, and all the summer heat where his throat burn. He was humbled again in less than a week. The world was harsh. His parents gave him a childhood fantasy where parents and siblings love each other unconditionally. That made him forgot who he really was for a moment, but he was back again to the shit hole of reality.

But this time he could fight. He had a purpose. Taking the steering wheel and returning to his floating castle. If he do that, he could wait for his parents in comfort.

Bartrem felt bad to say such word to a ten-year-old child. The emperor was too ruthless this time. Thankfully the empress saved this boy's life even with the risk of a civil war. The emperor and the empress might look like at peace at one glance, but their subordinates were like two silver back apes. They were battling out constantly to dominate each other.

"You have to be strong, Aldred. Stronger than most of us. Thankfully, your strength are higher than average. So can you use a sword or a spear?"

"He's a magician," Mary said. "And a necromancer." She left out the vampire part.

"A magician isn't compatible with my unit. Our job is to push through the front line, and shock the enemy to let our rear deal the killing blow." Bartrem didn't even mention the necromancer part because it took a long time for necromancer to have a strong undead. Aldred was just a child, Bartrem did not have any expectation about his undead at all.

Aldred strengthened his will inside and stop being the naive kid that was loved by his parents. Now, he was the kid that was thrown into the street. He was the kid that survived for many years scrapping for food in the trashcan. He was that kid who fight other homeless people because they tried to stole his things.

He was the tough kid.

"I can do it. My undead is quite strong." He raised his hand. "Rise my slave."

Three clump of black mist formed around him. Bartrem narrowed his eyes as three tall and large ogres stepped out. They looked at him with hollow, lifeless eyes. In their hand was a big club covered with nails.

"How is this possible," Bartrem said. "You have three Copper Rank ogre?"

"Actually." Aldred summoned more of his undead.

Following the ogres, pack of wolves stepped out of the mist. Bartrem's eyes widened as they filled the cramped barrack. All fourteen of them stood strong.

"Copper Rank dire wolves?" Bartrem was shocked. Not only were all of these undead at Copper Rank, Aldred had fourteen of them.

Only a New Knight could lead a squad of fourteen Copper Rank soldiers.

"Is it enough to help you?"

Bartrem nodded a few times. "It's more than enough. Although each one of them are not as good as a proper soldier, their strength should be useful."

It was no surprise. Human had intelligence and creativity, while undead only used their instinct to fight. Also, human learned from their mistake, while undead kept on being the same undead, unless it was high ranked undead who could even invent a new spell or technique using its own intelligence.

Their stupidity was also the reason why they failed to kept Aldred safe when fighting against the pack of wolves.

Mary sighed. "I wish to accompany you on the battlefield, but Pharder ordered me to stay in the fort. I cannot disobey his order because he is the captain of this fort and the Troxir Brigade."

The door to the barrack opened. All fifty men of the Pressure Platoon II entered the barrack after a long day of training.

"Perfect time," Bartrem said. "Let me introduce you to our new member. Aldred."

Aldred stepped forward. "Hello. Nice to meet you all."

All the soldiers stood with confidence and mighty bearing. They seemed to be good at what they do. All of them had the body of a medieval soldiers; fit, healthy, and full of muscles that wasn't too large or too small. Of course, they couldn't be compared to Bartrem who was very bulky. All the knight seemed to be bulky, or that might be just because of their armor.

The soldiers were shocked at first to see a ten-year-old joining them on the front line. But they understood that every soldiers had their own circumstances, so they smiled and accepted the boy with open arms.

Aldred shook hands with them as they tell their name. He didn't remember any of them except the last two. Joseph and Jeffery were always looking down. They weakly shake his hands, and immediately left.

Bartrem nodded and changed his bearing to that of a strict leader. As a knight, he had received basic training in how to behave in front of his subordinates. "You all have heard about the plan for tomorrow."

Aldred blinked. He hadn't heard anything at all. Thankfully, Bartrem explain it again.

"The enemy is planning to make an outpost in our border. Our task is as usual to do the most dangerous job and that is spearheading the brigade. We have survived many times, and we will survive again. Do any of you have any question?"

"No, sir."

"Then go to sleep. You body will thank you tomorrow."

"Yes, sir!"

Bartrem patted his shoulder as he walked past by. "Welcome to Pressure Platoon II." He stepped out of the barrack and closed the door.

The soldiers strode to their bed and lay down. None of them made any noise and calmly tried to sleep.

Aldred sighed again. 'This will be my life from now on. They will be my comrades and I will fight together with them on the battlefield.'

He turned to look at Mary. "I will go to sleep now. Thank you again for saving me."

Aldred was resentful of Mary at first for whipping him with her sword, but he would never forget that she saved his life. That alone was enough to remove any resentment he had. And not to mention she let him do that 'thing' to her.

Mary raised her hand and ruffled his hair. "Silly boy, you don't have to thank me for anything. And I am not letting you sleep alone. I will sleep with you."

All the soldiers flinched when they heard that. They hid it as best as possible, but they couldn't pretend to not notice Mary's voluptuous body. Her big chest, curvy hips, enhanced by the tight armor that wrapped around her was enticing.

She was so enticing that it made their pp hard. That was why they still wore the armor that covered their lower part. If they didn't wear it, it would bulge like a toad's throat.

"You will sleep with me? Is that allowed?"

"Only the captain can prevent me from sleeping with you. But he didn't say anything about it. And he doesn't need to know."

'Why does Mary sounds like a naughty wife that cheated on her husband.' Well, Aldred did not mind that at all. He liked Mary. She was nice, kind, caring, and she's beautiful and sexy.

The last two part was very important for a cultured men like Aldred.

"I would be happy to sleep with you, Mary. I like you." Aldred innocently said like a proper ten-year-old boy. He was glad that he was a ten-year-old in this situation. This made it less weird.

An adult, beautiful, sexy, big-chested, curvaceous woman was sleeping with a ten-year-old boy? Oh, that was very normal. Nothing to worry about at all.

Nothing to worry about. Hehehe.

Mary nodded. She picked him which surprised Aldred. Like a baby, he was lay down on the bed, then Mary lay beside him.

Slowly, she opened her breast and put it in front of his face.

"Uh, Mary what are you doing?"

"You don't want my milk?"

The soldiers bit the inside of their lip. What milk? What were they doing? The soldiers wanted to open their eyes and look, but they were too scared. Their imaginations run wild during this time.

"I want it."

"Suck it then."

Aldred was shocked at how straightforward Mary was. But he liked it that way. If every women in the world was as straightforward as her, a lot of nipples would be sucked every day. Mary gently put her hands on his head and pull it towards her chest. His lips touched her left nipple.

It tickled him, but it also enticed him at the same time. Aldred put the nipple inside his mouth with a plot sound.

Mary slightly moan. His tongue tickled her nipples. It aroused her slightly, but she did not say anything. Aldred kept sucking while his left hand went for her breast. Warm liquid entered his mouth. Mary moan once again. The boy had the tendency to play with her breast while he drank the milk. She kept on moaning uncontrollably.

Meanwhile, the soldiers hearing all of this couldn't sleep for the whole night.

'Please stop. Please. I don't want to be horny anymore. I just want to sleep.'