The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

The stronghold of Ratio's officers is located on a road southwest of Kamenica, about 15 kilometers away from the banks of the Saka River. It is more appropriate to call it a field military camp rather than a stronghold. It is crowded with Croat soldiers, many of whom look slovenly and their mental state shows that they are just trying to make a living.

They were indeed regular troops, subordinate to the Croatian Border Guard, but in reality they obeyed their own leaders. This situation was very common in the Balkan countries, especially in the few years after the large-scale civil war, when a group of senior officers with real power and considerable combat experience emerged.

Postwar government control was generally weak, and the national situation was chaotic. It was not surprising that officers became semi-warlords. A significant number of border guards were in a state of disregard for orders. If there were any border friction, they would simply grab their guns and start fighting at the command of their leader, regardless of the government's attitude.

And their base will not be too far from the town.

One can imagine what kind of life the ordinary residents in the border areas lead. Ophelia continued to chat with Tirion in the car.

"Wow! Where did you get such a beauty?"

The convoy stopped near a camouflaged tent hidden in the jungle. Several figures emerged from the green leaves. Before they got close, a rough voice rang out: "Hahaha, this doesn't sound like you, my good brother. Wait... this couldn't be..."

"Shut up!" Tirion stepped forward and bent down. He picked up a stone from the ground with his only remaining hand and threw it at the smiling officer in the middle of the group. "Wild, your mouth will bring you trouble sooner or later."

"Let's wait until trouble strikes! This damn place has nothing but mosquitoes and there aren't even any girls. Even if there are any, they charge money." Wilder was a tall, thin, bald middle-aged man. He didn't get angry even after being hit by the stone. His face was calm and he put his arm around Tirion's shoulders. "Hey, we all support you. Now that you've decided, let's do it. Anyway, I've been annoyed with that big gold tooth for a long time."

"Are our observation points in Kamenica ready?"

"I'm ready. Do you want to leave soon?"

Wilder looked at Ophelia: "So who is this lady?"

"Ophelia Sarkistan."

Lady Viper surveyed the surrounding jungle. "I don't know how much Tirion has revealed to you. Ask him if you have anything. He will decide how much you need to know."

"Wait, you're the Red Witch?" Wilder put his hands on his hips, frowning as he scanned Ophelia's appearance from top to bottom. "You're quite famous here. Although no one has ever seen you in person, I didn't expect you to dare come here alone... What are you going to do? You can't win this battle alone."

"Tirion doesn't want too many lives to be lost."

Ophelia habitually wanted to take out a cigarette, but then she thought she had smoked a little too much today and had to give up, lest she miss out on the fun in the next few days. "So yes, I only target the key targets. This is indeed within my ability."

"What key target?" Wilder's eyes turned to Tirion. Suddenly, he remembered something and his face changed drastically. He took a half step closer and shouted at him in a low voice: "Damn it, are you crazy?!"

"I'm definitely crazy."

Tirion had a numb expression: "If I could go back to yesterday, I would rather shoot myself."

Wilder stared at him, his mouth slightly open, and said nothing for a long time.

"What are you standing there for? Go in first." Tirion obviously didn't like his reaction. He patted Wilder and walked into the tent. Lieutenant Davol, who came with the car, called the driver and drove the three jeeps out and parked them.

It was obvious that Tirion had concealed the key aspects of his plan from the others. He and Wilder had just entered the tent when they began to argue quietly, forcing them to send the surrounding soldiers away. Soon, a dozen more officers, both senior and junior, arrived, having heard the news. These were likely Tirion's closest confidants. Ophelia had no desire to join in the conversation, so she simply found a tree outside to climb and inspect her weapons.

The sky was gloomy and soon it started to rain.

The tree was lush and leafy, and not a single drop of rain got through.

The arguing continued in the tent, and it was already late at night. Ophelia had a cigarette box in her pocket, but she had to count the days carefully, which made her feel uncomfortable. She had no choice but to do something else to distract herself. After all, no one could see her in the trees at night.

But not long after, a faint noise in the distance came into her ears. Ophelia put away her weapons and equipment, confirmed again that there was nothing on her body that would make a collision noise, and then she grabbed the tree trunk and swung towards the source of the sound like a monkey.

The cool breeze blows on your skin, bringing a unique sense of comfort.

The levitation cloak returned to its original shape, wrapping its owner's body and moving between the treetops.

No one noticed Ophelia flying across the night sky.

A small, illuminated grove appeared before my eyes, with several tarpaulins wedged between the tree trunks, creating a chaotic layout. But why were there so many Croat soldiers still awake at this hour? Was this place specifically for "jungle nightlife"?

Ophelia cautiously stayed a dozen meters away, advancing slowly while alternating between thermal imaging and night vision to avoid the few guards. The noises around her became increasingly mixed, and she could even hear teasing. It wasn't until more than two minutes later that the scene beneath the tarpaulin came into view, and she finally understood what the Croat soldiers were doing.

Where did these women come from in this wilderness?

By the way, Kamenica.

......It’s really a classic.

While observing the swaying figures, Ophelia suddenly felt something touching her. She turned around and couldn't help rolling her eyes.

"Don't make trouble."

Gently pushing the levitation cloak away, Ophelia glared at it and ordered it to stand guard beside her. The cloak looked a little aggrieved and did as she was told.

After squatting for a while longer, Lady Viper decided to leave. These K'rak soldiers were under the command of the officer named Wilder, not directly loyal to Latio, so their poor conduct was understandable. Ophelia retraced her steps a few dozen meters, activated her levitation cloak, and prepared to find the tree where she had rested.

Halfway through her flight, she had to command the cloak to land on a branch, then pulled it in front of her, half-closed her eyes and looked at this self-aware magical creation. The cloak was filled with doubt and tried to twist its body, but found that it could not break free, so it stroked its owner with the corners of its body in a flattering manner.

"I hate having my mind pried into."

Despite the fact that this thing was very skillful, Ophelia continued cruelly: "Even if you are just a magic cloak."

【Wronged】

"I know you can feel my thoughts through touch."

Ophelia stopped talking, her frown still not loosening, but she finally sighed softly: "Forget it, you can't speak anyway."

【happy】

"Don't do that again next time."

Patting its collar, Ophelia put the cloak of levitation back on and went back to put on her own equipment. At the other end of the tent, Tirion was pacing anxiously, as if looking for her.

"Are you done arguing?" Ophelia climbed up the tree above him and landed on the ground silently.

Tirion turned around in shock. "Where did you come from? I just sent people to look for you everywhere!"

"A woman always needs some private time."

Madame Viper adjusted her belt nonchalantly. "So, are you guys done arguing?"

"That's not quarreling."

The man looked at her helplessly. Just as he was about to say something, the bald officer Wilder followed him out. "Did the soldiers find you? Damn it! I was so busy arguing with Tirion just now that I forgot to tell you. We've invited a bunch of girls to the camp tonight, and I don't want those bastards under my command to mistake you for one of them."

"Those girls? What do you mean?"

Ophelia plays dumb.

"That's right, the flesh trade."

Wilder waved his hand. "Tirion sent a signal over the radio, and I arranged this special operation. We brought a truckload of girls from Kamenica. Fortunately, the distance is not far, and now all the soldiers in the camp are attracted there. No one will pay attention to us... Do you know how much this cost?"

He hit Tirion and said, "My wallet is half empty!"

"You should think about tomorrow's mission."

Tirion looked disappointed.

"Alright, gentlemen," Ophelia interrupted the two men, "let's get down to business, shall we?"

"Okay, let's go in." Tirion pointed at Wilder and said, "Go get me something to eat. I'm almost fainting from hunger."

Ophelia walked into the tent. Inside, a dozen people were squatting, whispering to each other. All eyes were fixed on her, their gazes filled with astonishment, as if wondering how incredible it was that such a beautiful woman in military uniform could appear before their eyes. After a brief silence, someone spoke up, "Oh my goodness! Where did Wilder get such a beautiful woman..."

"Listen up! Listen up!" Tirion interrupted quickly. "This is the person I was talking about, Lady Ophelia Sarkistan. Don't assume she's incompetent just because she's beautiful. I've already told you she killed many people on the other side of the river, in Vissanik."

"It's not that we don't trust you, Boss."

The man hesitated: "But how can we believe this?"

"Okay, I'll do it."

Raising her hand to stop Tirion from speaking, Ophelia took off her gun and said, "I'm good at dealing with disobedient men like this."

"You're not going to..."

Tirion was nervous, thinking Ophelia wanted to kill someone.

"Didn't you see I even put down my weapon?" Ophelia was a little helpless. She had left too deep an impression on Tirion recently. Although what she was about to do might scare him even more, she said, "Don't worry, no one will die. It's just a beating."

After she finished speaking, she looked at the man who had just spoken: "You, come and fight with me."

"Over...over what?"

The officer didn't understand Mrs. Viper's Chinese term.

"I admit my chest is a bit too big, but I'm still wearing a military uniform. You mistook me for a prostitute just now, and I'm very unhappy. Now I'm going to beat you up. Do you understand?" Ophelia clenched her fists and turned to Tirion. "I won't kill him, so don't interfere."

Tirion hesitated, not wanting to appear too lowly in front of his trusted followers. He raised his chin slightly and nodded with a serious expression. "Did you hear that, Ivica? If you doubt her fighting ability, then try it for yourself. I guarantee you won't win."

"real or fake?"

Officer Ivica laughed and struck a strange boxing stance. "Well, how about we set up a bet? Hey, just a friendly match, pretty girl, I'll let you take a punch."

The young officers around him chuckled softly.

"I can't knock you down with two punches, so you can do whatever you want to me."

Ophelia expressionlessly began to gather strength: "How about this bet?"

"...Wow, did you hear that? She said it herself." Ivica wiped his nose and cracked his knuckles. "Then come on, I'm waiting!"

A shadow hit his throat.