“Punishment?” Agares’s voice was slightly deep: “The Rose Legion guards the borders of the Empire to prevent attacks from the orcs. In recent years, the Empire’s assessment of orc attacks has dropped to the lowest level, D. The Rose Legion is not considered a front-line combat force.”
"The combat assessment levels of the other eight legions are also gradually declining every year. Only the hunting legion of Cole Star, the main combat legion and the external combat legion, with 500,000 people, has a combat assessment result that is in the highest risk of extremely dangerous combat all year round. They are high-risk front-line combat personnel who may lose their lives for the Empire at any time."
"So, as a general of the Rose Legion, one of the ten legions, you still stab your colleague in the back. Do you think this is what a soldier should do?"
Chi Xi, his nerves taut, hunched over, head bowed, eyes filled with self-reproach and guilt: "I'm sorry, Marshal, it was my fault. I will forfeit two years' salary and copy the Imperial Criminal Code 50 times. As for any other punishment, please give your instructions, Marshal. Even a demotion would be my least complaint."
Agares' cold, deep gaze softened slightly as he shifted his attention away from Chi Xi. "One hundred repetitions of the Criminal Code, the Marriage Code, especially Article 599. I hope General Chi Xi will not repeat such a mistake because of others' instigation!"
Chi Xi quickly replied, "Yes, Your subordinate obeys."
After returning to the Rose Legion, the first thing to do is send someone from the family to catch Wei Chi and give him a beating. Look at him, saying that Miss A Jiang and her husband have a bad relationship? He even told him to steal her away and wait for Miss A Jiang to divorce. He also said that marrying Miss A Jiang would be an absolute blessing. No, there's no blessing yet, he'll have to break up with her first.
Agares gave him another deep look, then glanced down at the Hunter Legion's camp not far away, and slowly walked toward the hatch. "General Chixi, take care. Goodbye."
As soon as Agares finished speaking, he leaped into the air and pulled out a small rocket launcher from his spatial storage, firing it at the center of the Hunter Legion's camp.
The cannon landed.
It exploded with a loud bang.
Dust flew everywhere.
Agares landed in the middle of the explosion, lifted the camouflage on his face, and used his mental energy to block the dust, leaving him untouched.
Immediately afterwards, people from the entire camp, disheveled, carrying guns, cannons, and pulling out mechs, came running out one after another.
Upon seeing that it was their own commander, they all collapsed to the ground, patting their chests, nearly wetting themselves in fright.
They thought the Zerg had broken through the blockade of Kol and were heading straight for their main camp.
Agares pressed his left hand against the personal terminal on his right wrist, then looked down at the group of people who had fallen to the ground, their clothes disheveled: "2 minutes and 25 seconds. Your vigilance is truly disappointing."
Upon hearing this, everyone reacted instinctively, jumping up from the ground in a flash. Even those wearing only underwear or just one pant leg stood upright like model soldiers.
Agares stepped forward, starting from the left.
Everyone held their breath, eyes fixed straight ahead, their hearts pounding in their throats.
Each of them was thinking that their commander wasn't walking; he was clearly crushing their hearts with his feet.
Agares walked from left to right, making a large circle, and stopped again in the same spot. His voice was deep and imposing: "I like everyone's attire today. So, those carrying guns, cannons, or even mechs, in your current positions and with whatever you're carrying, run for two hours. The loser will have to help the winner wash clothes, wash mechs, clean guns and cannons, and clear the pits where the Zerg corpses were buried. Now, I'll start timing you!"
"Ahhh!"
"Ahhh!"
"Ahhh!"
The crowd screamed and began to run around the large camp.
Wearing only underwear and no shoes, her feet were rubbing against the ground, it hurt!
I was wearing only one pant leg, and I didn't dare to put the other leg in. When I ran, the pant leg kept swinging against the other leg, and it hurt!
For those carrying guns, a gun weighing a dozen kilograms is considered light. Some people carry guns weighing fifty or sixty kilograms and dare not let go of the gun in their hands. They grit their teeth and feel pain!
Those carrying the cannons, especially the light mortars, were having a great time, while those carrying the heavy mortars suffered terribly, running at a snail's pace, their shoulders chafed and aching!
The worst off was Mor, who released the mechs. Each mech was over ten meters tall and weighed tons. Not only could you not carry it, you couldn't even drag it.
While everyone else was running, and he was frantically jumping around, a sudden inspiration struck him. He abandoned his mecha and went to his commander.
He was wearing only shorts and barefoot. With a snap, he saluted his commander: "Reporting to the commander, last night, the item sent to you from the capital star must be important. Would you like to see it now?"
Agares's sharp eyes met his: "You left those things in my room?"
Hope was on his side, and Moore's eyes lit up with joy. His voice brimming with energy, he said eagerly, "Yes, I've put it in your room. Would you like to go back and check? What if it's something important?"
Agares remained unmoved: "That's true, what if it's something important?"
Moore eagerly awaited his arrival, and the head coach hurried back. However, after finishing his sentence, the head coach paused and then said, "Then I'll trouble Colonel Moore to go to my room and bring the things over."
Moore: "..."
This is not what I expected.
Shouldn't the head coach go himself?
Agares's eyes flickered slightly, and he spoke, "Colonel Moore, carry out orders, hmm?"
Mo'er put his feet together and said, "Yes, I'll go right away."
He turned and ran towards the room where his team's head coach was staying.
Before long, he carried back a large box and placed it in front of Agares: "Commander, it was teleported from the capital planet."
Agares stared at the wooden box in front of him. Using a wooden box to store things was not like His Majesty's style, but more like a teacher's: "Open it and take a look."
"Yes!" Moor squatted down and carefully opened the box.
Agares squinted at the box, which contained blocks of wood, one side of which was smooth and the other side was trapezoidal, about 20-25 centimeters wide and 50-70 centimeters long.
Next to the wooden board were two durians, yellowish and intact without bursting open, with a note pressed under them.
Agares bent down, nudged the durian, picked up the note, unfolded it, and then crumpled it up in a flash. He said in a deep voice, “Everyone, the last 52nd place runner today, kneel on the washboard and the durian and hand-wash the winner’s clothes!”
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