Chapter 194

Ustad hesitated before attending the victory banquet of the three regiments.

If Farzad had not found him on the edge of the fire, he might not have gone to the party at all.

"Ustad!"

Shouted Farzad.

"Here!"

He raised his hands, gave bifalzad a bear hug, and then pulled him into the noisy banquet area.

"I haven't seen you for a while."

Ustad smiled awkwardly and politely and replied:

"Commander Zhan entrusted me with something... In fact, I only left for a while, but you were too happy and ignored some time."

Ustad looked to the shoulders of his combat brothers. In the hall of the mother of tears, the soldiers of the three regiments gathered together to share their experience in the battle and how many aliens they killed.

Although it was in the golden hall with strong Barr style, the main color of the banquet was still dark green symbolizing death.

It is dotted with some bright yellow.

And silver gray, you must look carefully to see one or two.

This is the most realistic situation of the three combat groups.

The battle of the Fallon system is basically over. The green skins are once again devastated by the heavy blows of the Empire as in the past, and all the glory is basically attributed to the bitter walker who launched the battle. The star knight and the mourner may be able to share some, but they will never be the first in the official battle records.

The larger banquet ended in the morning of Tara time. About 100 senior officers and political prevaricators of the Imperial Navy and all star armies participating in the war were together with the astats to share the fruits of victory.

It was a ceremonial banquet, full of platitudes, at least in Ustad's view.

"God, you are too miserable."

Said Farzad, seizing Ustad's arm.

"Brothers, this is Ustad, the captain of our other team."

Farzad turned to the crowd and said that they were some gathered ascetic soldiers. From the military rank, they were all captains and company commanders.

"That's too incisive."

Ustad shook his head. He had heard that Farzad was very popular among the ascetics and made many friends, but he didn't expect that each other had been involved with soldiers at the officer level.

By contrast, he is indeed too introverted.

The soldiers of the ascetic greeted Ustad, but also the "stranger" in large numbers

Yes, even in the star Knight battle regiment, Ustad is like a "stranger", and his another layer of secret identity will only alienate him from others.

"Sit down, have a drink and tell us about your experience in the battle. You must have a lot to say."

A soldier of the ascetic said that from his helmet and shoulder badge, he should be a veteran of the second company.

"Nothing strange."

Ustad returned with a smile.

"Compared with Farzad, I can't be called an excellent soldier. Why don't you tell me about your battle? You must have a lot of things I haven't experienced."

In this way, they did, and the ascetics enthusiastically wanted to impress him.

Or maybe just for Farzad's face.

But Ustad, who was holding the glass, only half listened.

The bitter Walker regiment continued their tradition on the barbarian planet and was quite open at the banquet. Their Carnival filled the whole smoky room.

However, although the party was very lively, there was an emptiness in addition to loud jokes and ancient songs.

The lingering echo came from the corner of the room, where there should have been more live noise, but now there were only latent ghosts.

The wailer battle group lost more than 20 combat brothers in the battle, which was a relatively serious casualty for them who were already sparsely populated.

Ustad can hardly imagine that the seats here will be filled again.

This reminded him of the fate of their regiment.

"Ustad?"

Farzad suddenly put his hand on Ustad's shoulder.

Ustad blinked and found that everyone was looking forward to him, and some people were still smiling.

Their story was finished, but Ustad didn't listen at all.

"Wonderful story, brave action."

Ustad said solemnly:

"Your courage will add many songs to your hometown."

He stood up carefully.

"Thank you for inviting me to drink and sharing. I have to leave now. I still have a lot to deal with."

Farzad looked at him with concern.

"Ah, what a busy man, no doubt!"

He said to the others that the words were more enthusiastic than his eyes, and then he hugged Ustad again.

"I know you like to be alone."

Farzad whispered to Ustad.

"But stop being an outsider, my brother. Come back early. The regiment is not only ours, but also yours."

Farzad's concern burned Ustad's heart like sharp abuse, and he left as decently as possible.

Then he found a quiet place without being disturbed.

He began to drink the liquor from supole mixed with the blood and venom of various beasts. He was dizzy for a time - this liquor is often used by ascetics to experience "near death meditation". Just a small sip is enough to kill a dozen mortals.

I don't know when, in his cup, a strong melancholy is enveloping him.

Ustad and his peers have never been completely in tune.

It's hard for him to accept the noise and ridicule you come and go, while others think he's too serious.

But he has his own way of life. He leads the team to fight with honor and takes it calmly when there is no battle.

The abnormality in the spine made him itch all over.

This plunged his heart into greater pain, but the shadow covered his melancholy face.

The gifts given by the association to his ancient Legion have not worked until now. He can't urge them, which makes him look like a failure.

He felt that he had failed to live up to the expectations of the war leader and Friar said. He was burdened with such a huge secret, but he could not play any role.

Soon, Ustad was drunk.

He gulped down enough liquor to make mortals die suddenly, and some liquid flowed onto his armor, but he didn't care.

"Why..."

He murmured into the glass:

"What the fuck is this about?"

In Ustad's body, his strengthened body is fighting a losing battle with liquor.

Slowly, his eyelids fell down, and he slowly fell to the ground against the wall, spilling the wine in the cup.

But what he didn't find was that when he lost consciousness, the wine spilled from the ground was slowly forming frost