United Kingdoms

- We crushed them. You did great, tough guy, I knew that scratch wouldn't finish you off, - he handed him a regeneration potion. - But don't get complacent, we're still in this godforsaken forest. Get up, have some water. Here's your glaive, just wipe off the guts, or whatever that dirt is.
He shifted his attention to Vigg.
- Awesome! How you beat them up, they were flying a meter away! Honestly, I didn't expect that. I wish I had you in my last squad. Mek, help the guy out!
Finally, he approached Huliu, looked into his honest eyes, slapped him on the shoulder, and squeezed him tightly.
- Brother, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have made it on my own. We'd all be lying here in the mud and piss with our guts spilling out. And how you took down that mad dog. Amazing! - the sergeant grinned widely, playfully ruffled the soldier's cheek, and punched him hard in the chest. - Amazing, damn it!
He raised his hand in the air with a gleaming sword.
- You all did great! I've been training you for a long time, and I believed in your abilities, and you showed them perfectly! Eagles! Warriors! You passed the entrance exam!
Helmut felt a real surge of strength - in recent years, he had already forgotten what it was like to work together in a coordinated military unit, leading to victory. Yes, their opponents were not elite warriors, but just a bunch of bandits, but what crazy and ferocious ones. Besides, they had a tactical advantage, but it didn't save them.
Next came the most important part - examining and looting the bodies of the defeated enemies for both loot and information.
- Mekriy, my friend. Is anyone still breathing?