Chapter 227
Chapter 227 Episode 030: Time to Trash the Place (4)
603 words
•
4 min read
This selfless...
There must be a reason in the shadows, right?
As a group, they looked at each other, trying to discern the answer from each other’s gaze.
"Captain..."
In the end, Rowdy Brightwill stepped forward as a representative, a smile on his face as he looked at their magnificent Captain, Bard Walker, hinting it was time to ask.
Bard Walker bit into a skewered meat, slowly swallowing it. Feeling the curious gazes on him, he was about to take a second bite but seemed to have lost his appetite. He put down the meat, scanning over everyone, then spoke with a hidden depth: "The old drunkard’s intent, does not lie in the wine."
With that, the hand clutching the skewered meat tightened involuntarily. Bard Walker’s heart was filled with helplessness.
Even from such a distance, the only one who would dare set his sights on him was that braying miscreant Glenn Hutchinson.
Of the ten or so gathered, those quick thinkers quickly connected the dots, while others struggled to make sense of cause and effect.
"Ah, we have a drill next month..."
The soldier who had first spoken seemed to be enlightened and stopped mid-sentence to gauge the reaction of those around him, quickly confirming his assumptions to be true.
Pausing for a moment, that soldier’s face suddenly changed.
Damn, such a brazen theft of resources, it’s simply shameless!
The others exchanged glances, having a rough idea of what was going on, but chose not to further discuss the matter.
Off to the side, Flossie Wright overhears their conversation, and although she grasps the situation, she continues to eat. Rowdy Brightwill always served her more food, so every plate of barbecued meat in front of her had never been left untouched.
The veterans around them noticed Brightwill’s actions. They felt a bit of regret but more admiration. When this young lad first joined the forces, he attracted a swarm of admirers. The women soldiers from the neighboring unit always loved to come over. Strangely, he got along well with everyone but avoided relationships. This had infuriated many a veteran who wished they could have him slapped to death to save a potential wife for themselves.
Who would have thought, this kid was a glutton for punishment. He had rejected those who liked him, but was extra attentive to those who did not. It was hard to tell whether he had finally come to his senses or he was just asking for trouble.
It wasn’t clear who started it, but by the time people noticed, the soldiers by the bonfire had started performing. Songs were being sung, soldiers were dancing and performing magic tricks, instantly lifting the atmosphere to a climax.
Nathan Foster immediately saw the rambunctious actions of his soldiers and his expression darkened. He was about to stand up and rein them in when his comrades stopped him.
"Let them play around, don’t take it too seriously."
"You trained them so hard, don’t they deserve to have some fun?"
"Train when it’s time to train, play when it’s time to have fun."
There was a lot of chattering, each one trying to persuade Nathan Foster to let them have their fun. He ended up waving his hand, dismissing the conversation and let the group proceed with their rambunctious behavior.
"Do you want to join them?"
Continuing to serve the barbecued meat to Flossie, Rowdy looked up and asked her.
Flossie tossed the empty skewer into the pile next to her, gave Rowdy Brightwill a sidelong glance, and calmly said: "No."
— End of Chapter 227 —