Ride and Cut

"The captain of the thousand-man team will have a pre-battle meeting soon. Remember to bring the team flag when the time comes." Bedric told Li Cha and left in a hurry. This time, he brought a total of 800 elite light cavalry and fifty tiger guards. As the captain, he also had to go back to prepare for the meeting.

"Understood." The lord walked into the camp.

There is a long-standing problem with different formations getting together, and that is that chaos is inevitable. Energetic soldiers will argue about everything that can be argued over, including but not limited to garrison divisions, logistics, and even the distribution of latrines.

However, this time the legion was well prepared. The station had been clarified in advance, and the barracks were even built in advance. The firewood piled under the wooden shed was full.

The carriage is parked in the open space, and it can be easily settled without much effort.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that there is either a very experienced chief officer or a very careful staff officer.

"I'm going to have a meeting, Hurt, you take everyone to lunch first." Li Cha took out a roll of cloth from the logistics carriage, unfolded it and propped it up with a spear. It was the "Ripper" team flag of Alpine Fort.

This flag was designed by Li Cha himself. He is well-informed and aesthetically pleasing. The original plan was to open the chest of the dragon from the hands of the devil. The focus should be to highlight the pain of the dragon and the ferocity of the hands of the devil. The olive leaf pattern should be locked with gold threads around it, so as to show some of the philosophy of "war for peace" and appear cultured.

The idea was not bad, but the women in charge who only knew how to do rough work said that it was too complicated to do, so the design was repeated again and again, and the final product was a piece of red coarse cloth with a clenched devil's hand embroidered bare. Because the women in the village are inexperienced in fine needlework, the work is slightly distorted, and the crumpled ones have been stuffed on the carriage for a few days, which makes it look a bit like chicken feet.

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An abandoned residential house was slightly repaired and turned into a legion headquarters. It was surrounded by simple rock walls, and there were not many additional decorations except for being spacious and solid.

The lord came here on an empty stomach. He fully thought that the pre-war meeting was for eating and drinking with public funds. As a result, he pushed open the door and walked in. A smell of sweat mixed with heat waves came over his face, and his appetite disappeared completely.

A huge terrain sand table in the center occupies at least half of the entire room, and the rest of the space is densely packed with dozens of chairs, which are already full of people and team flags.

The meeting has not yet officially started, and the captains of the Dragon Claw's subordinates are communicating with each other noisily. These middle and senior officers are no more elegant than ordinary marketers.

Bedrick had already taken a seat inside, and when he saw Li Cha covering his face, he smiled directly. The lord took a glance and found that there was only such an acquaintance, and there happened to be an empty seat next to him, so he squeezed all the way and sat down politely.

"Li Cha, did you pick up such a broken flag from the trash?" Bedric reached out and fiddled with the Ripper flag twice.

"Our alpine castle made it ourselves." The lord squeezed the flagpole hard, and easily inserted the pointed tail deep into the soil from his feet, successfully freeing his hands.

Seeing this, Bedric immediately handed over the flagpole to him, and after a while, the two of them slumped on the chair together and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Go back and change the flag as soon as possible." Bedrick suddenly whispered to Li Cha.

"Why?" Li Cha was still thinking about waiting for the women in the leadership to improve their skills in the future, and then slowly fill in the missing parts.

"Look at those people." Bedric raised his chin and pointed to the other captains participating in the meeting.

The lord turned his head and looked around, only to find that each of them was wearing a team flag. But often I sit on a chair empty-handed, with a guard standing behind me holding a flag,

When I first came in, there were too many people and the lord hadn't noticed it yet, but now I feel that it is really majestic and dignified to do so.

There were only two kind-hearted people who came in with a flagpole on their own, one was the lord, and the other was laughing beside him.

Li Cha couldn't help regretting that he didn't bring Gunther to show off. Although the captains obviously followed the principle of being as tall as possible in choosing the standard bearers, none of them could reach the height and size of Gunther.

"When the meeting is over, all the team flags will go to parade with the guard of honor." Bedrick said in a low voice, "At that time, other people's military flags will be so gorgeous, it's a shame for you to show them."

"What else?" Li Cha raised the corner of the flag, looked at the "chicken paw" and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

To be honest, although the Dragon Claw is a veteran elite army, it is impossible for each brigade under its jurisdiction to be at least the same in terms of glorious history, dazzling records, or honor. But people need face and tree needs skin, and a hundred pounds of ability can also blow out a thousand pounds of cattle. It is not only vanity but also a real need to boost morale.

Therefore, even a very ordinary third-rate army will try to make the team flag look better within the scope of its ability. Driven by this tradition, each side of the present team flag has a long history, each side has a profound heritage, and each side is exquisitely embroidered.

Apart from……

Li Cha looked up again at the chicken feet that had been rushed to work overnight last week, and stretched out his hand expressionlessly to tear off a thread that was sloppy.

"Then how about yours?" He suddenly felt that he might have a brother in need, and asked hastily as if grabbing the last straw.

"Look." Bedric was full of pride, and stretched out his hand to push the flagpole vigorously.

The elastic wooden flagpole suddenly began to sway back and forth, and even the flag that was originally falling and drooping was able to show the whole picture.

"Hoho, not bad." Li Cha's heart was ashamed.

Bedrick's side may not be the most famous one present, but nine times out of ten it is the most expensive. On the blue and yellow flag, there is embroidered the head of a tiger with its bloody mouth wide open.

The lines are smooth, the details are vivid, and even the hairs are clearly visible. At first glance, there is almost an illusion of jumping out to choose someone to eat. Obviously from the hands of masters, the cost of precious pigments and Far Eastern silks and satins can be ignored in comparison.

"Don't say it, don't say it, the head of the legion is here."

Within a few breaths, the noisy room suddenly became so quiet that a needle could be heard.

Li Cha regained his senses and looked up to the other side of the sand table. A middle-aged man in light leather armor had just entered through the door there. He should be between thirty and forty years old. As a soldier, he is in the golden age of both physical strength and experience.

Although he was dressed in a military uniform, he could still clearly feel that he had a strong scholarly temperament, which could even be described as gentle and elegant.