Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 344

2021-10-02

Chapter 344 An Offer That Can't Be Rejected
John Jesska Says "I'm Not Going", I really don't want to go.

Winters · Montagne said "no go, no go," and really no go no go.

Ignoring the objections of his former boss, Winters hired a carriage in the town and took Lieutenant Colonel Jesska out of Beacon Fort that night.

In addition to the lieutenant colonel's personal property that can be packed away in a wooden box, Winters also brought until now the peasant couple who took care of the lieutenant colonel's daily life.

When he was invited into the carriage, Lieutenant Colonel Jesska was no longer in a state of anger, and he calmly asked his former subordinate: "As a 'free man', do I still have the right to protect myself? Make a decision?”

[Note: The free people here refers to the minority citizens who have the right to vote and be elected in the union society]
“According to the prevailing morality and ethics, suicide is a felony, Assisted suicide is also an accomplice." Winters grabbed a shield at hand: "Father Kaman said."

Lieutenant Colonel Jesska coldly snorted, the pungent tone of the past returned: "Captain, Your moral standards are quite flexible."

"Please sit down and hold yourself steady." Winters outside the carriage politely closed the door softly, turned his head and looked towards Lieutenant Colonel Elek: "We are here Let's go?"

Lieutenant Colonel Elek, who witnessed the whole process, sighed: "When we were still studying in the Union Province, John Jesska was notorious for being difficult... It's because you can communicate with him normally."

Winters slapped the wheel twice and couldn't help but smile: "That doesn't sound like a compliment."

Dussack, the driver Knowing, "xiu" whistled for departure, the reins in his hand twitched lightly, and the carrier set off first under the escort of five riders.

"So eager to leave?" Lieutenant Colonel Elek smiled playfully: "I'm afraid I'll stop you."

Winters asked back, "What about your opinion?"

"Hmph, what opinion can I have?" Lieutenant Colonel Elek untied the reins and stepped on his horse: "Anyway, he's no longer ours, opinion? You should go and ask the kings castles what they have to say. Opinions!"

The meaning of the lieutenant colonel is not difficult to understand, and Winters laughed in cooperation, and also got on his mount.

Just as the two were about to set off, Lieutenant Colonel Elek looked back at the desolate Beacon Fort and said sadly: "Staying in a place like this, that blind can't survive this winter. Next winter...thank you."

"Let's go." Winters stabbed the horse's ribs lightly, and the two rode one after the other and disappeared into the night.

……

The episode of Beacon Fort did not delay the journey of the "caravan". After Winters reunited with the caravan, he led the caravan to continue westward.

When passing through various towns, the caravans that support the military government pass always purchase some local specialties or overstocked goods, and at the same time sell the goods carried by the caravan as much as possible.

It seemed like a real caravan, not a group of deserters who used the caravan's identity as a cover.

After going back and forth, this abnormal behavior once again aroused the suspicion of Lieutenant Colonel Elek.

It was another busy scene of unloading and loading. Lieutenant Colonel Elek paced close to Winters, who were brows tightly frowns and was writing and drawing, and casually asked: "Aren't you in a hurry to go home? ”

Winters lifts the head, his eyebrows unconsciously maintain three wrinkles, and it is difficult to squeeze out a polite smile.

He buckled his hardcover and said impatiently, "I know what you're asking, but I don't have that kind of thought. You can trust me."

"Then this is..." Lieutenant Colonel Elek pointed behind him: "What?"

Behind Lieutenant Colonel Elek was the warehouse of the store. Hundreds of team members and employees of the local Trading Company were working there. Unloading and loading trucks with sweat.

"As you can see." Winters replied in a trance as he tried to wipe the graphite off his hands, "Doing business."

"Doing business?" The school obviously does not accept this dubious statement.

"Yes, do business." Winters exhales one breath saying in pain, spread out the hardcover book and handed it to Lieutenant Colonel Elek: "I'm out of money."

…

The unplanned way of spending money is doomed that Winters · Montagne will periodically be on the verge of bankruptcy.

This was not so obvious during the military academy, because students were basically in a state of periodic bankruptcy.

After stepping out of the ivory tower, the consequences began to gradually appear. Winters has taken over the financial power several times, and it is inevitable that it will end in exhaustion, exhaustion, and exhaustion.

After all, Corsa and Antonio didn't specifically teach Winters how to manage money.

According to little Montagne's pre-planned life path, instead of learning how to make money, it is better to find a way to marry a financial wife...or a widow.

It's the same this time, using the caravan as an identity cover is a good strategy, the problem is the money.

Winters originally came to rescue a few old men, but the team eventually expanded to more than 200 people, far exceeding expectations, and the cost also skyrocketed.

Buying vehicles, purchasing goods, and eating horses, everything costs money.

Winters ·Montagne is another guy who spends a lot of money. The half-saddle bag gold coins he brought are used up like water, and all the promissory notes given by Anna have been redeemed.

In Jiangbei province, where he was unfamiliar, he didn't even have a mortgage loan, so he had no money to move a single step.

"That's the situation." Winters asked a little squeamishly, "How about you... borrow some... for a turnaround..."

Lieutenant Colonel Elek was furious. Laughing: "If you want someone, we will give it; if you want a pass, we will also give it; what? We have to pay you to go home?"

"It's a loan."

"No! Impossible!" Lieutenant Colonel Elek waved.

"There's no way." Winters shrugged: "The only way is to sell some of the goods along the way to raise funds."

He seriously counted for Lieutenant Colonel Elek. After the account: "Due to the war and banditry, there are various levels of backlog and shortages in all parts of Jiangbei Province. Local goods cannot be shipped out, and foreign goods cannot be shipped in. Therefore, for us... This kind of unimpeded caravan , there is a subtle profit margin..."

Lieutenant Colonel Elek came from artillery, not business. After listening to some business, he was dizzy and distracted.

"Okay, I understand." Seeing that the topic became more and more biased, Lieutenant Colonel Elek immediately stopped the conversation: "I only warn you. The sooner you leave Jiangbei, the safer you will be; The longer it drags on, the more likely unexpected things will happen."

With that, Lieutenant Colonel Elek turned to leave.

However, Winters grabbed Elek's wrist: "Stay! Lieutenant Colonel, I have another proposal!"

"What?" Lieutenant Colonel Elek replied sullenly .

"If you are willing to provide some...salary, I can assist you in removing all the gangs along the provincial road..." Winters paused, the meaning of this pause need not be repeated: "No need for money. Silver, the real thing is enough. Flour and horse materials are fine."

Lieutenant Colonel Elek laughed dryly: "The military government does not need the help of the 'friends' for a small matter. "

The word "friendly" was bitten by Lieutenant Colonel Elek, and he left without looking back.

Winters shook his head unsurprisingly, opened the ledger, and resumed counting the accounts he would never know.

Confirming that the conversation between the army representative and Captain Montagne was over, Gerald and Sergey approached cautiously.

Gerald wanted to speak, but didn't know what to call him. On the contrary, old Sergey didn't mind, and greeted him cheerfully: "Your Excellency!"

Winters saw that Mr. Mitchell had something on his mind, and said with a smile: "It sounds awkward, but it still sounds like Call me like that before."

"So what?" Old Sergey shook his head vigorously.

Gerald Mitchell hesitated, but used the conservative title: "Lord Captain."

As the joy of reunion faded, Girard found that many things changed.

There is no doubt that Gerald Mitchell is a warrior, and not even death can deter him.

However, in the rapidly changing social environment, he is as helpless and fearful as a reed swaying in the wind.

Not long ago, Girard was the appointed mayor of the Legion of the new land, a dutiful Dussack, a qualified husband and father.

At this moment, he is in the company of "rebels", and the so-called rebels are his dearest friends and relatives.

He didn't even know if he had become a member of the "rebels".

Old Sergey won't be disturbed by this, because he upholds Dussack's simple idea of time-to-moment and never thinks much about it.

Gillard Mitchell, on the other hand, gets what he has in the past precisely because he thinks more than his peers.

But the more he thought about it, the more restless Gillard became—a point that Winters understood and was tolerant enough of.

However, how to adapt to the current reality...

Winters also didn't go into the question of the title, but asked directly: "Has Pierre's fever gone?"

"It's gone." Girard nodded gratefully : "After taking the special decoction you gave, he is now asleep."

"Actually, it is a sleeping aid, with some analgesic effects, not a special decoction... But according to Pierre Given your current situation, sleeping more should help you recover." Winters briefly explained a few words, and then asked, "When can we leave?"

Gillard put away his smile and replied solemnly: "At most two A quarter of an hour, as long as the car is ready, it can go."

Winters shoved the irritating ledger back into the carrying device: "Let the scout out now, and leave as soon as the car is loaded."

Girard and Sergey Sr. subconsciously salute yes.

came back to his senses, remembering the original purpose of coming to talk, old Sergey asked in a low voice: "Your Excellency, the sun is over the top, and you can't walk a few miles until it's dark. There are a few The Old Brothers urged me to ask you, tonight... or rest here? After living in the wild for several days, everyone couldn't make it."

"I can't. Live?"

Old Sergey patted his belly: "I'm getting old...but as long as you give me orders, I'm sure I'll be fine."

Winters thought for a moment, patiently He explained to the two "old subordinates": "We have been delayed for too long, so now we have to chase the time as much as possible. Continuous camping is really hard... It's better to buy as much fresh meat, chicken and duck as possible before departure, and let the shellfish Lyon will improve and improve the food for everyone."

Old Sergey's eyes lit up, he saluted happily, and turned to leave.

Gillard had other thoughts and asked worriedly: "Excuse me... Is there anything that Lieutenant Colonel Elek is dissatisfied with us? He seems to be very unhappy."

Hearing Gillard's question, old Sergey also stopped and pricked up his ears.

"It's not that I'm dissatisfied with you...don't worry, your matter has been properly resolved, and the military government will not hold you accountable." Winters leaned on the carriage and said in a relaxed tone, "Lieutenant Colonel Elek does not. Happy because I made an offer to him."

"What... offer?"

Winters laughed: "I hinted to him that if he would offer us some With logistical support, we can help the military government to clear up the gangs entrenched on the provincial road."

"Oh." Old Sergey nodded his strength with a vague understanding.

"That's it." Winters folded his hands.

"Oh!" Old Sergey nodded harder.

"Lieutenant Colonel Elek." Girard frowned suddenly: "It should be impossible to agree..."

Winters regretted: "He didn't agree."

Old Sergey suddenly slapped his forehead, suddenly realized, rushing to open the mouth and said: "Your Excellency, are you implying Lord Elek?"

"Hinting?" Girard puzzled looking towards Old Partner.

"Don't waste your time, Mr. Elek's great character won't understand!" Old Sergey spit on Xingzi with impassioned enthusiasm: "The bandits can't grab them. How can they know how badly the bandits harm the common people?”

 …

Small villages, large towns, there is no way to be completely self-sufficient, people always need to communicate with the outside world Carry out a certain degree of material and information exchange.

The banditry that accompanies the war has made "going out" a high-risk operation, and the exchange of materials and information between places has also declined.

The harvested cash crops were accumulated in the warehouse and slowly rotted, and the road outside the village a few steps away became unsafe.

From the clergy, businessmen, landlords, down to the poor peasants and tenants, everyone is in danger. Walls were erected in cities that were originally semi-open, and peasants lived together as much as possible to protect themselves.

Winters didn't quite understand this kind of panic that's so common today.

It wasn't until he sat with many people sitting by the fire, talking and sharing food, that he gradually understood that "although bandits are not as deadly as famine, the destruction of 'safety' is more It's more than that."

Between the options of [no more military service] and [no more bandits], men, women, poor, rich, old, children...people always overwhelmingly choose [no more] Bandits again].

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"Lieutenant Colonel Elek." Giladra stayed in old Sergey and tried to smooth things over: "It's hard for him to help, after all, killing bandits, It's not up to him to catch robbers..."

"Yeah, 'it's not up to him'." Winters was a little disinterested, and he didn't plan to discuss the bureaucracy with the two old Dussacks. The ills, so said with a smile: "That is, I casually mentioned to Lieutenant Colonel Elek, after all, our team is like fresh meat that is not covered, and flies will always smell. Wouldn't it be better to dig some money from the Third Republic?"

"That's right!" Old Sergey suddenly regained his energy, completely disregarding the expression of Gillard beside him. Very embarrassed, he happily greeted: "I knew you didn't make a loss business!"

Fortunately, Winters had another group of guests -- three local Chamber of Commerce directors came to visit -- Girard was given an excuse to take the Old Partner to leave.

"This is our local smoked sausage that is well-known throughout the county, and there are some other specialties." The middle-aged businessman headed panting and carrying two baskets of smoked sausages, and smiled and said, "Sir, please also Smile."

Winters was also welcome, signaling the guards to accept them all.

Seeing the military temperament of the young man in front of him, and the fully armed guards around, the three businessmen who came to visit increasingly believed that this large-scale caravan must have a military background.

"If you didn't come here, I really don't know how many honest businessmen in this town would go bankrupt." The middle-aged businessman continued to show his favor: "Can we do our best to help you with accommodation?"

"No, we'll leave today."

"In such a hurry?" The middle-aged businessman's eyes widened.

Winters answered succinctly: "In a hurry."

"Where are you going? West?"

Winters didn't answer, just Arms folded.

The middle-aged businessman wiped the sweat from his forehead, and after making speechless eye contact with the other two directors, he gritted his teeth and asked boldly, "If I am offended, please be sure to pay attention, please... ...May I ask whose caravan you belong to?"

Whose caravan?
Winters unfathomable mystery of this unexplained question, and he squinted, sending chills down the spines of the three Chamber of Commerce directors.

Suddenly, Winters showed a smile: "This is a secret, you must not tell others..."

When the middle-aged businessman heard the show, he was busy nodding: "It must! Definitely! "

Winters motioned for the middle-aged businessman to come over, and said slowly: "We are the private property of that general."

"Which one? That one? That one!" Middle-aged The businessman's eyes widened.

"Yes, that's the one, the biggest one." Winters spit out a surname: "Alpad."

As the young man finished speaking, the three The directors of the Chamber of Commerce all stopped breathing for a second, and the thrill of "so that's how it is!", "No wonder!", "I just said it!" made their scalps tingle.

"Don't believe it?" Winters raised his eyebrows: "Would you like to show you the pass?"

"Don't! Don't!" The three Chamber of Commerce directors waved their hands.

"Look at it, it's not a problem." Winters took out the pass from his arms and specially displayed Alpad's lacquer outside.

The three Chamber of Commerce directors dared to take the thin letterhead for identification, and kept begging the young man to take back the pass.

"Read it?" Winters put away the letterhead, face instantly changes gloomy, and asked in a stern voice, "What are your plans for inquiring about military aircraft?"

Winters' tone changed, The guards all around also approached according to the hilt of the sword, and surrounded the three Chamber of Commerce directors in the middle.

"No attempt, absolutely not." The middle-aged businessman blushed and explained stumblingly: "The local Chamber of Commerce recommended us...I want to ask the adults for one thing..."

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"Speak."

"You know... the road has been rough lately... Can you..." The middle-aged businessman licked his lips: "Can we get our motorcade to follow? Your fleet? You just have to wait one more day, just one day! Just one day! Give us a day to load the trucks. The local Chamber of Commerce was meant to give the grown-ups a gift...thanks."

"Just This?" Winters smirked.

"That's right, that's it." The middle-aged businessman was emotional, and suddenly burst into tears: "Please show kindness, it may only be an insignificant little thing for you, but it is life and death for us. !"

The other two Chamber of Commerce directors also played emotional cards and wiped their nose and tears.

For a while, the atmosphere became very strange. The three local social sages burst into tears, and the guards and employees around couldn't help but stop and watch.

"Okay, that's all it takes." Winters was the most disgusting cry: "The two gentlemen in the back don't see any tears when they cry."

The middle-aged businessman stopped crying , embarrassed to lose a few laughs.

After thinking for a moment, Winters replied, "No."

The middle-aged businessman wanted to say something, but Winters stopped him with a gesture.

"First, I'm running out of time, impossible to wait for you for a day and a half." Winters tapped his elbow lightly with his fingers: "Second, even if we let you go together, you can't keep up with us. Speed of travel."

If it's a question of pay, maybe there's a bargain. However, the reason given by Winters is very practical, and the middle-aged businessman does not know how to refute it.

"Then...then that's it." The middle-aged businessman tidied up his appearance a little and said his farewell respectfully: "Thank you for your willingness to condescend to explain to us, the town trade association would like to offer you a gift to chat Thank you..."

"I didn't do anything for you, so how can I get money from you?" Winters interrupted the middle-aged businessman's polite words.

"And I haven't finished speaking yet. There are actually only two gangs of gangs entrenched around your town. The 20-year-old businessman sat down and sold enthusiastically: "I have a proposal..."

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