Butterfly crossing time and space sodu

  As time flew by, the light in the conference room gradually dimmed. The red tea on the table cooled down and then warmed up again. Scheduled to start at 2 pm, it wasn't until 4 pm that the habitually late officers had all basically arrived, including Owo who had just been peeking into the women's bathroom with his underwear still on his head. Only the commander of the artillery battalion was nowhere to be found no matter how long they waited.

  Everyone was extremely bored, chatting and talking nonsense to each other, or finding a place to doze off, completely not giving the meeting host any face. From this, it can be seen how badly Phil failed as the commander of this military unit. However, if Charlotte were to host instead, then it wouldn't be a matter of bad attitude, but rather one of self-dismissal from the meeting.

  As the sun was about to set behind the western mountains, Fili, who could no longer wait, knocked on the table with force, signaling everyone to be quiet. Then, holding a pointer, he walked to the battle map hanging on the wall, cleared his throat and began to speak.

  "Everyone, please be quiet for a moment. Also, could someone help wake up Mr. Vinnie? Although some people have not arrived yet, if we wait any longer, it will delay dinner, so I'll declare the meeting started anyway. The main content of this meeting is our army's route to the front line and logistical supplies..."

  "Sir, sir, it's terrible!"

  Before Phil's words had fallen, a short and stout figure rushed in from the doorway, shouting and stumbling, almost colliding with Phil. He frowned and sidestepped to avoid him, but this reckless intruder failed to stop himself and crashed headfirst into the large hole in the wall, then let out a blood-curdling scream as he broke through the newly pasted paperboard and tumbled out, landing headfirst in the shrubbery outside.

  Everyone had a black line on their face, and some couldn't help but burst out laughing - Who is this? It's too ridiculous.

  However, what happened next made everyone unable to laugh.

  Because this funny guy, after tumbling headfirst into the bushes, without regard for the dirt and leaves still stuck to his face and body, spat out the mud that had fallen into his mouth with two "psst" sounds and sat up, crying with a sorrowful face, saying something that petrified everyone.

  "No, no! Sir! Thieves have come to our artillery camp to steal things!"

  The meeting room suddenly fell silent, with several people's faces revealing incredulous expressions: Someone stole something and brought it to the military camp? This thief's guts are too big!

  "Is Waziri, why are you just coming now? And what's this about a thief?"

  Fili pondered for a while before he finally made out that this clumsy oaf was actually his own artillery battalion commander, old dwarf Vashiri. This guy used to be an old miner, skilled at blasting rocks and opening up new tunnels. Due to the disruption of trade with their homeland, his mine had been forced to shut down recently, leaving a large number of miners unemployed. He brought a group of followers to join the military. Although this old man was somewhat timid, he made up for it with his diligence and honesty, having spent his whole life dealing with gunpowder. At least he was more professional than those new recruits who had never even held a gun before. In an era where draft dodging was rampant, it was rare to see someone volunteer to join the military. As such, Chairman Zena entrusted him with heavy responsibilities and promoted him to army lieutenant, putting him in charge of the newly formed artillery battalion of the Giant Bear Army. The soldiers under his command were mainly composed of miners who used to work under him, so they could cooperate relatively smoothly.

  "Sir, I... ouch!" Wahili stretched out his hand to support the wall and was about to get up, but unexpectedly grabbed a piece of cardboard, which cracked with a "crack" under the weight. The poor artillery battalion commander's hands were empty again, and he fell heavily on his buttocks.

  "Be careful, Lieutenant Wahiri. Don't be in a hurry. Speak slowly." Fili walked out of the conference room and pulled this unlucky guy up from the ground, dusting off his clothes with his hands, "What's the specific situation? Has the thief been caught?"

  "I... I saw thieves coming to push the cannons and escaped to report the news. You'd better go take a look!"

  Is this how you do your job as a soldier? You can't even keep an eye on the cannons in your own camp! Fili looked up and down at Vashin's sturdy build, then at the pistol at his waist and the axe behind him, and thought that this guy wouldn't need to avoid thieves. But holding onto his last hope, he added another question.

  "Hey, I'm talking to you. How many thieves have come into your camp to steal things?"

  "This... probably three or four."

  “%……”

  The entire artillery battalion had as many as 800 soldiers, with over a thousand long and short guns, yet they were scared off by a few little bandits... It's truly breathtaking! This is what kind of classic decline?!

  Calling Vashin's group cowardly is an insult to cowards. Fili was so shocked by the artillery that he was on the verge of a mental breakdown, and couldn't help but sigh in sympathy, while the other officers in the conference room burst out laughing.

  Such a strange thing stirred up the meeting, which naturally could not be continued. Fili, who was out of breath and defeated, led a group of laughing officers to rush to the artillery camp with great momentum, and many onlookers gathered along the way. By the time they arrived at their destination, even Chairman Zena, who was having a picnic in the suburbs, was startled. Several reporters from small newspapers also followed with notebooks to catch the news.

  At this time, Feili, who had already calmed down, had a bad premonition, but unfortunately, a group of council members, officials and other local celebrities arrived, and it was impossible to block the news. He had no choice but to continue with a hard heart, while praying that he could catch a group of bandits to reduce the negative impact.

  Due to the frequent artillery training accidents, it was recently moved in its entirety to a secluded mountain valley, which is quite some distance from the main camp of the legion. After walking for nearly half an hour, they saw a piece of flat land that had just been cleared out of the grass and trees, with several rows of tents scattered inside and outside the flat land. The entire camp, including the watchtowers on the outside, did not have a single person in sight, but there were many snoring sounds coming from inside the tents, and when they got closer, they could smell the pungent smell of alcohol. It seems that these dwarf artillerymen, who used to be miners, still haven't developed a sense of discipline, but they've managed to retain their ancestors' habit of heavy drinking.

  On the edge of the camp, there was another piece of land that had not been cleaned up very well. This was the new shooting range for artillery, with hundreds of various types of cannons all exposed and placed in the bushes. And the thieves who were planning to steal these cannons hadn't left yet - it seemed they were still studying how to drag them away. As for their identities and purposes...

  "What? Has your head been kicked by a donkey? You want to sell our cannons as scrap metal?"

  Just now, Fei Li was struck by lightning, and now it's simply being struck to death. There have been rumors from time to time in the factory that employees are colluding with thieves to secretly steal and sell military weapons, but going directly to the military camp to steal artillery is a stupid thing to do, especially when the purpose of stealing is just to sell scrap iron. It's estimated that the possibility of being sent to a mental hospital is higher than being sent to prison.

  Now, Ferry and a group of military officers, civil officials, and onlookers stood in front of the three bound ghouls, listening to their stuttering explanations with wide eyes and bewildered minds.

  According to the instructions of Captain Wahiri, Fili's bodyguards easily surrounded the three daring thieves in the shooting range. After a fight, they were tied up and brought before everyone. It turned out that they were all "cannibal chefs" who had been invited by Bam the day before, holding "Cooking Human Guide" to apply for jobs. Their reason for committing crimes was even more likely to make people want to hit their heads against the wall if there was one. This new continent is really... evil!

  "Are you selling stolen cannons as scrap iron? What kind of scoundrels are you? If all the colonies were like this, the Elf Army would have been driven into the sea to swim a long time ago." Chairman Zena sneered, "Speak up, are you spies for the Elves or arms dealers? How many of these artillerymen are your moles? Don't think we're all fools, if you don't confess now, I'll have no choice but to treat you with severe punishment!"

  "Beautiful lady, we really didn't know this was a barracks! There's no guard at the entrance!" The leader of the man-eating demons, with "Cooking Human Manual" stuffed in his pants, faced the chairman's inquiry with a nose full of snot and tears, acting as innocent as possible. "We couldn't find work here, and we didn't have a single copper coin left on us. On our way back, we saw these iron scraps scattered around this grove, and thought it would be a shame if they got rained on. So we decided to take some back to sell as scrap metal. Besides, we're not unreasonable people. If someone had told us that these iron scraps couldn't be moved, we wouldn't have touched them."

  He pointed to the artillery camp next door, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone. "But since we came here, not even half of them have paid attention to us. When we were moving things, I even shouted a few times towards their tent. As a result, there was still no response, so we thought it didn't matter if we moved some scrap metal. Sir, you can't wrong good people!"

  "Are you really unaware that this is a cannon?" President Zena found it somewhat hard to believe.

  "We're just laborers. We really don't understand anything about fighting! If we had known this was a barracks, who would have dared to rummage through it? That iron thingamajig didn't even catch my eye at the time..."

  Upon hearing such a brainless response, Chairman Zena furrowed her brow and cast a lie-detecting spell on the man-eating monster. The result proved that the creature was telling the truth. The beautiful female dark elf twitched at the corner of her mouth, as if she would cramp up at any moment. After a while, she took a deep breath, calmed down slightly, and cast an accusing gaze at Vashili.

  "Captain Wahiri, is it really as he said? What's going on here?"

  "Sorry, the young men were drinking Ka Bai wine at noon, before going to the battlefield, they need to relax a bit. So some of them got drunk." Wahili scratched his sparse hair and chuckled, "When I woke up, I saw three big guys rummaging around the campsite, and the little guy next to me couldn't wake him up no matter what he called him. My heart was really panicked, so I had to run to the command center for help. Who knew it was a misunderstanding? Since it's a misunderstanding, it's good that it can be resolved, resolved is good, haha!"

  Don't you have any sense of being a soldier at all! Even if you want to drink and leave, how can you not even leave a sentry? Wahili's idiotic explanation made Lifi roll his eyes, he let out a weak sigh, and the following words floated into his mind:

  It's not that I don't understand, it's just that the world is changing too fast! Even stupid thieves dare to sneak into military camps and steal a big cannon to sell as scrap iron...

  "From this incident, it seems that our army's sentry and the deaf person's ears are quite similar in some ways. The sense of responsibility and courage of some soldiers is even more terrible to the point where it cannot be described. If it were not three thieves but special agents or terrorists who are currently wreaking havoc on our soil, what kind of serious consequences would have occurred? And yet the government wants to use such troops with low morale and discipline to march north, attack cities, and recover lost territory - isn't that absurd? According to a certain member of parliament, these weak soldiers are only fit for decorating the governor's mansion and the morgue. If they were to go onto the battlefield, they would surely bring shame upon themselves. Only by holding accountable those officials who have failed in their duties and ordering them to undergo rigorous training can we hope to salvage a bit..."

  The local news reporter's efficiency is very high, and after just one night, the report of the man-eating devil stealing the cannon as scrap iron was on the front page of the morning paper. Various comments were also pouring in, mostly severe criticism. In front of Chairman Zena's residence, there were even people holding up banners and sitting in protest, demanding severe punishment for those responsible. As the commander of this legion, he naturally cannot escape responsibility, and it is estimated that someone will soon propose impeachment at the Continental Congress.

  "Dear, don't take the newspaper's words to heart, this time it's not entirely your responsibility." Renny gently massaged Phil's shoulders and comforted him in a warm tone, "The training period of the troops is short, the quality of the soldiers is poor, the instructors are not qualified, and the Continental Congress interferes with personnel appointments, stuffing people into the military units all day. You are nominally the highest leader of the military unit, but in reality, you are restricted everywhere, and it's already quite difficult to get to where you are now. Take Vashili for example, wasn't he forced into the unit by Zena? It's not your responsibility, so don't take it too seriously."

  "I didn't really care. Let the newspapers say whatever they want, as long as I don't pay attention to them." Feili put down the newspaper and started eating his oatmeal for breakfast, "But on the battlefield, the Elf Army won't give me any face. This counterattack is grand in scale and has a large number of troops, but not one of them can fight. The outlook isn't very optimistic!"

  "But the central government absolutely does not allow any further delays, after all, the grain shortage on that side is already very severe." Renny also understood the inside story of this war, "Since we received this military pay, we should do our best to achieve the best results, shouldn't we?"

  "That's right." Feili shrugged, "So you'd better hurry up and have breakfast too. Later on, we still need to discuss the issue of opening the road. Alas, being stuck with these troublesome people is really exhausting!"