Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters-Chapter 886 - 10 The Fastest Way to Gain 3
Chapter 886: Chapter 10 The Fastest Way to Gain 3 Levels_3 Chapter 886: Chapter 10 The Fastest Way to Gain 3 Levels_3 The first two individuals were the military head of Mont Blanc County, “Colonel Gessa,” and the former military head of Iron Peak County, “Major Ronald.”
Winters did not recognize the person following them, but it was evident that his rank was not low either.
Both Gessa and Ronald were colonels, and as a captain, Winters respectfully saluted first.
Gessa paused, then returned the salute.
Since Winters had volunteered to return a thousand horses, Gessa’s attitude towards him had softened considerably.
The bald colonel, pleased, readily agreed to Winters’ request to release prisoners—Winters still had three of his men locked up in Gessa’s prison.
While the unfamiliar soldier sized up Winters, Winters was also observing him.
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The newcomer was tall, with deep-set eyes and a slightly gloomy expression.
“This is Thunder Group County’s stationing officer, Colonel Skul,” Gessa took the initiative to introduce him to Winters, seeming worried that Winters might not understand, Gessa further explained, “The Piaoqi Troops I brought are mostly from Thunder Group County.”
After hearing this, Winters also gave a separate salute to Colonel Skul.
Colonel Skul did not return the salute, his gaze complex as he looked at Winters: “Which term are you from?”
“21st term,” replied Winters.
“It has already reached the 21st term,” Colonel Skul remarked with a hint of emotion before asking Winters directly, “Was Zibeer killed by you?”
Zibeer? A sting went through Winters, but he couldn’t recall who that was. Searching his memory, he soon realized it was the name of Vernge County’s stationing officer.
As expected, such matters were unavoidable.
“Although I did not personally kill Colonel Zibeer. As the highest commander on the opposing side during the conflict, Colonel Zibeer did indeed die by my hand.”
Hurry up then, whether to insult or to seek revenge, let it be quick.
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Meanwhile, on the second floor balcony of the banquet hall, Colonel Moritz was passing a bottle of strong liquor to a drinking buddy he had encountered unexpectedly.
“Meeting on the battlefield means being enemies, clear and distinct,” Moritz leaned against a corner, propped up his legs, and said slowly, “Now we’ve become distant relatives, and things are difficult to cut loose, chaotic, and hard to separate…”
Captain Moro stood leaning against the wall without a word.
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Colonel Skul’s nostrils flared, words on the verge of bursting out, yet he held them back.
The two of them stood face to face, neither speaking.
“Don’t be hard on the kid,” Ronald’s hand rested on Skul’s shoulder, “If Zibeer had the chance, Zibeer would have done the same.”
Ronald was speaking up for Winters, but his words were like a branding iron, searing into Winters.
“There’s no need to ‘excuse’ me in this way, nor should you do so,” Winters stood up straight, wanting to say much, but in the end, only a short sentence was filtered out, “The act of killing Colonel Zibeer followed my personal volition. It was not due to being compelled by circumstances or having no other choice.”
Colonel Skul’s body suddenly tensed, his cheeks twitching.
If Skul was a reckless, simple-minded fellow, one who’d shout, curse, and even swing his fist to teach this insolent youngster a lesson.
But Skul was not like that; on the contrary, ever since joining the Land Academy, he was known for deep thought and outstanding eloquence.
In just a brief conversation, Skul had realized that interrogation, blame, and questioning could not shake the person before him.
In the end, a multitude of words condensed into a weak statement: “Is it worth it? Do you really think all this is worth it?”
Winters also fell silent.
He did not know which road to take, nor what the end would look like. Even what he originally wanted had become somewhat blurred.
And yet, merely by taking a step forward blindly, his footprints filled with blood.
The battlefield covered with corpses at dawn, such scenes could cause anyone to doubt themselves.
“Whether it’s worth it or not, I don’t know… Perhaps it will take many years to find out,” Winters replied softly, “I say this not to rationalize my actions, nor for my self-esteem. I am merely certain of one thing, that allowing the current situation to continue will eventually bring about an even greater catastrophe.”
Colonel Gessa and Major Ronald did not fully understand Winters’ “mad words,” but Colonel Skul understood.
“Don’t talk about such metaphysical matters,” Skul said with a fierce gaze, “I want to ask you a more practical question—are you going to continue fighting?”
Skul pressed urgently, “Can you continue to fight?”
Winters suddenly realized that his conversation with Colonel Skul could skip over much of the middle content and get straight to the point.
And Skul definitely wasn’t trying to test his resolve.
“So what?” Winters countered.
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Two hours later.
“So what?” Andre asked eagerly.
Bard and Mason were also fully attentive, waiting for the answer—aside from Mr. A and Mr. B, all decision-makers from Iron Peak County were now seated around the small table.
“They want to offer us a truce,” said Winters.
