Happy Life
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- That's right! - Helmut slammed his glass on the table. - Positive thinking... that's the most important thing in the army. A soldier, even if he's the most important and entitled person in the kingdom, is still a person who is somewhat enslaved. Therefore, a strong and intelligent person looks to the future, achieves wealth, rank, and leaves many children in the world, haha! It's definitely better to be a warrior than a peasant, I can tell you that for sure. He might risk his neck from time to time and answer to the captain, but what about an ordinary person? He pays his dues to the lord, scrapes the last thread from his clothes, and toils for ten children. And that's how he dies with a shovel in his hands. And if it's wartime, he grovels before the soldiers, understanding that he's not in the same league.
- What do you think, did she settle here, did she graduate from the academy? - Sergeant Gail nodded towards the woman. - She has dozens, even hundreds of scalps in her chest. She clawed her way to success with these sharp claws, with these honed triangular teeth, tearing it from the throats of the damned enemies.
He turned the third mug in his hand, swirled the drink, and took a sip.
- And it's not bad. It tastes like urine, but it's strong, damn it, I haven't seen anything like it in years...
- I'll tell you one thing, guys, - Helmut said wearily and calmly. - Don't get too cocky, but don't lose your heads either. We're too vulnerable to sin, too easily we can lose our minds and turn into complete scoundrels. Always, ALWAYS remember that there is a line, beyond which you are no longer a soldier, no longer a man, and not even a human, but just a sick animal, a rabid dog. And rabid dogs are put down. With a sword, or even an axe and a club.
He raised his final glass.
- I don't want you to stumble at the beginning of your journey, guys. I've already lost too many comrades for various reasons... - nodding to himself, he raised a toast. - Come on, guys, one drink for the past, whatever it may be, and the rest - for the future. And we'll quietly get going, tomorrow we start preparing for the operation. And next time, we'll celebrate our success in a more serious way. Cheers!
Helmut and his comrades drank their third round, after which it was time to return to the fort.
- What do you think, did she settle here, did she graduate from the academy? - Sergeant Gail nodded towards the woman. - She has dozens, even hundreds of scalps in her chest. She clawed her way to success with these sharp claws, with these honed triangular teeth, tearing it from the throats of the damned enemies.
He turned the third mug in his hand, swirled the drink, and took a sip.
- And it's not bad. It tastes like urine, but it's strong, damn it, I haven't seen anything like it in years...
- I'll tell you one thing, guys, - Helmut said wearily and calmly. - Don't get too cocky, but don't lose your heads either. We're too vulnerable to sin, too easily we can lose our minds and turn into complete scoundrels. Always, ALWAYS remember that there is a line, beyond which you are no longer a soldier, no longer a man, and not even a human, but just a sick animal, a rabid dog. And rabid dogs are put down. With a sword, or even an axe and a club.
He raised his final glass.
- I don't want you to stumble at the beginning of your journey, guys. I've already lost too many comrades for various reasons... - nodding to himself, he raised a toast. - Come on, guys, one drink for the past, whatever it may be, and the rest - for the future. And we'll quietly get going, tomorrow we start preparing for the operation. And next time, we'll celebrate our success in a more serious way. Cheers!
Helmut and his comrades drank their third round, after which it was time to return to the fort.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
