Lancer himself quite liked the dark red and white combination of the 'Ceanataur set', but after joining the Imperial Guards, his equipment was repainted. After all, at that time, Lancer was just a newcomer, and allowing him to use his own armor was a special favor. However, at this time, the armor that was originally painted silver-white was once again stained red.
"Who are you people! Speak!!"
"Executioner...s! May you die a horrible death!"
Facing Lancer interrogation, the black-clad man he was choking let out a low 'curse' before his eyes rolled back and he completely lost his breath. It was only then that Lancer remembered something and pulled off the other party's mask, revealing a trickle of black blood. There was no doubt that the other party had just taken a potent poison.
Although Lancer combat ability was indeed good, as Budo said, he was still 'too young' and lacked experience in many things.
As the attacker in Lancer hands committed suicide, this extremely abrupt battle also ended, but everyone present didn't feel the slightest bit of joy.
Half of the guards were killed in their sleep, and the night watchmen were eliminated at the very beginning. Even the remaining people suffered several casualties in the fierce battle just now, and most of the remaining people were also seriously injured. This was all because Lancer was there. If he hadn't been there, the people who had already lost their vigilance would have all had their heads taken off in their sleep.
In addition to the casualties, a portion of the supply materials was also destroyed, especially the food. Who knows if these foods were poisoned? It would be abandoned without a doubt.
In the end, after a discussion, they first hastily buried everyone, and then they took the undamaged transport vehicles to their destination.
Although Lancer had also suggested that he go to the nearby noble territory to report the news, everyone else said that 'he didn't need to work so hard'. Being attacked this time scared them half to death. Who knows if they would encounter another attack after Lancer left?
It was not surprising that most of the people here would either retire or apply to be transferred to other units afterward.
In the next few days, the group rushed toward the western border army's station day and night. What was originally a journey of at least 3 days was completed in just over a day.
There was no doubt that this transport mission had failed, but because more than half of the personnel were lost, the people of the border army were embarrassed to be overly critical.
Of course, an investigation was inevitable, but strangely, when the border army arrived at the scene of the incident, the bodies of the attackers had disappeared. Even the several bodies of the attackers that were brought back did not provide any useful clues.
But what Lancer didn't expect was that this incident was finally classified as being done by 'foreign races'.
What?!
When Lancer heard this conclusion, he was completely bewildered.
Foreign races? Do foreign races look like that?
But then, he and the others were given a gag order. However, considering that Lancer was from the Imperial Guards, the officer in charge of the communication said one more thing to Lancer.
'You'll know why tomorrow.'
And when the public speech was given the next day, he finally understood what the other party meant yesterday.
"Just yesterday! More than twenty of our brothers sacrificed their lives at the hands of that group of inhuman barbarians! The supplies that were supposed to be allocated today will probably take a month to gather..."
"I hereby order! Everyone, take three days of supplies! Our target—the western desert!"
"Oh oh!!!"
Looking at the frenzied soldiers around him, Lancer had a misconception, as if they were not going to the battlefield but to a carnival?
But after the frenzied atmosphere ended, the officer who had found him yesterday and told him about the 'gag order' found him again. However, this time it was not as perfunctory as before, because the commander of the western border army planned to 'meet' him. Lancer naturally wouldn't refuse.
"My apologies, Lieutenant Lancer. I haven't had time to meet you because of the attack on the supply team yesterday."
"No, General, you are too kind. Military affairs are more important."
Although the other party was very polite, Lancer was not a fool. If someone is polite to you, do you not have to be polite back? People like that would definitely be ostracized in social interactions, and the general just nodded and didn't continue to dwell on the matter.
"General Budo letter has been confirmed, but I would still like to confirm your thoughts."
"My thoughts?"
"That's right, your thoughts. Generally speaking, the 'talents' who come here for short-term training are those who have directly joined the Imperial Guards. They have come to 'make up for' not having gone through the trials of the lower-level army. Generally, there are two routes to choose from. The first is to join a unit that I will assign, and the other is to be a 'special operations unit'. The first one is safe, while the second one will be detached from the main force and is also more dangerous. Which one do you plan to choose?"
If Lancer was planning to develop along the path of a 'general', then he should have chosen the first one. After all, what kind of general would he be if he didn't even have command experience?
But the problem was that Lancer would leave after 2 years. Compared to 'command ability', he was more concerned about his own personal strength.
"I choose the second one."
"Good. Go report to my deputy later."
Lancer didn't expect that the first 'plot character' he would meet in this world would be General Budo, and he also didn't expect that the second one would be 'Liver.
However, unlike the handsome uncle in a black combat suit from Lancer memory, this person's hair was still mainly black at this time, and he had not grown a beard. If it weren't for the fact that 'killing Bulat' had left a deep impression on Lancer, he would have had no way of remembering the other party's identity just by hearing the name.
"Is there anything, Lieutenant Lancer?"
"No! Nothing!"
"That's good. Now, let me introduce your 'teammates' for this time. I hope we can work well together."
"Yes!"
Although Liver looked to be only around thirty years old at this time, his meticulousness hadn't changed at all. Even the distance of each step he took when walking seemed to have been strictly calculated. However, although he was serious, he was relatively 'lenient' toward others, so he wasn't annoying at all. Instead, he gave off a feeling of being 'reliable' and unconsciously created a sense of trust.
And so, Lancer life in the western border army began.