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"What’s going on? Why has the communication device suddenly malfunctioned?" The Crimson Dragon Barracks was in chaos; they couldn't even use Ansebo to transmit orders. The authority that had previously been controlled by Noah had now been subtly stripped away, and the Crimson Dragon Army no longer held any power.
Inside the barracks, Freyr sat on the ground, accompanied by a man with closed eyes and two burly men who seemed to lack any thoughtful consideration. With their connection severed, they were completely isolated from above. To make matters worse, the Platoon Leader in charge of their squad seemed to have lost contact during a mission. At this moment, the situation could only be described as chaotic.
The line of soldiers moving back and forth paid no heed to others' intentions, grabbing anyone in sight, which made people feel uneasy. Freyr watched as a peculiar man approached him, taller and of higher rank. The one-eyed man strode forward with an air of dominance, constantly shouting at the brothers behind him, "The Platoon Leader is gone; I’m in charge now." As a couple of his companions egged him on, the atmosphere quickly heated up.
"You must be the newcomers. There are some things you should know: there’s no Leader here now. You need to choose your side wisely; I don’t have many allies left. You can either stand with me or become our enemies." The one-eyed man grew increasingly agitated, his fists clenched tightly as he puffed up his chest, ready to unleash violence at any sign of dissent.
Freyr stood up, towering nearly two meters tall. The sight of him left the one-eyed man momentarily stunned. He sensed an overwhelming presence approaching him; he turned his head to see the same expression mirrored on the faces of the three men beside him—one sitting cross-legged with eyes closed and two standing like guardians on either side. The one-eyed man trembled slightly as a chill ran down his spine, but he forced himself to maintain an air of confidence, trying to project strength despite feeling intimidated.
"Deputy Hagen, we’re not joining any factions here. We just want to understand why there are issues with the overall marching plan. Besides, what good would it do for us from the Logistics Department to get involved? We’re just a few newcomers from Logistics Department. You wouldn’t want to drag us into combat, would you?" Freyr calmly walked a few steps without even glancing at the one-eyed man. Meanwhile, Hagen’s lips twitched slightly as he wore a grave and silent expression.
Deputy Hagen wasn’t trying to gather more people just because he had numbers on his side; everyone in the squad knew his ambitions clearly. He was waiting for the Platoon Leader to make a mistake so he could take over that position. However, any mistakes made by the Platoon Leader were usually due to following orders from above and would only lead to warnings or reprimands unless a significant error occurred.
Hagen’s actions were akin to plotting a coup; he fundamentally wanted to replace the current Platoon Leader. His eyes gleamed with greed and ambition as he noticed his subordinates standing still, feeling as if he had lost his status. With a desperate roar, he shouted, "I’m in charge here! Bring them over and make them kneel and apologize if they refuse my orders!"
Seeing the one-eyed man’s madness, two brothers behind him stepped forward with clenched fists. One of them, with pockmarked skin, said immediately, "It’s these two guys! Whoever can capture them and make them kneel will earn my respect!"
Hagen narrowed his eyes and whispered in a way only his subordinates could hear, "These guys aren’t weak; be careful. Since they refuse to follow orders, just give them a light beating. Don’t forget we have a mission; once we flush out any hidden enemies after taking over as Platoon Leader, you’ll enjoy all the perks with me. You two will be my right-hand men responsible for training newcomers."
The two who stepped out looked similar enough to be twins but differed by having one covered in freckles while the other did not. Their muscles twitched as if ready for action at any moment; however, they also seemed aware of being watched. As they prepared to strike, both Aeros and Froth instinctively moved slightly as if already on guard. At first glance, it appeared that chaos reigned among them, but internally they were strategizing for an appropriate response while preparing for an intense confrontation.
"Forget it! I’m going in!"
The freckled man turned to his brother beside him and suddenly drew a black Military Dagger, which looked quite strange and terrifying. Its single-sided power seemed capable of cutting through metal. He lunged at Aeros with incredible speed, but just then, a scream pierced the air. The freckled man's hand holding the dagger was seized tightly, and with a forceful grip, the Military Dagger slipped from his grasp. Pain twisted his face as he knelt on the ground, gritting his teeth and howling in agony.
"How dare you treat my brother like that!" On the other side, the brother had already prepared himself, his muscles bulging. Froth stood firm, blocking his brother's path. The two exchanged blows, locked in a fierce struggle where neither could gain the upper hand. In an instant, their fists collided, causing the brother to tilt his head back violently, nearly spitting blood from his mouth.
Froth then grabbed the brother and, despite his own pain, lifted him by the waist and slammed him down hard against the ground. Froth slowly stood up, taking a deep breath. When he turned around, he saw that the freckled man had just been kicked away, followed by a knife-hand strike to the back of his head that knocked him unconscious.
Aeros sneered loudly, "This level of skill isn't even enough for my brother and me to use as practice fodder! You think you can take the position of Platoon Leader? You're too arrogant, Hagen! Today, I will beat you down like a mangy dog and put an end to your tyranny!"
Hagen's expression shifted unpredictably as he glanced back at the others behind him. To his surprise, they were even more cowardly than he was and began to retreat. However, a few still stayed close behind him—fearful yet trembling in their legs.
"Well done! I didn't expect a few of you to stick with me at a time like this. With you around, that's enough," Hagen said with a slight smile as he stepped back, hiding behind those few individuals while peeking out cautiously.
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