In the large tent of the Wolf Town military camp, Lieutenant Colonel Moritz sat at the table with his chin propped up, gently shaking his wine glass.

There was also a small plate of almonds and green olives on the table, which someone had bought all the way from Gevaudan.

The man who bought these things was holding the wine bottle and carefully telling Moritz about his experiences over the past year.

And as soon as Moritz's glass was slightly empty, he would refill it immediately.

Don Juan broke into the big tent and saw this scene. He was so angry that he was so angry: "It's not lunch yet, and you two started drinking?"

"Without him." Moritz took a sip of the light golden eaux-de-vie and said with a smile, "Only me."

"I invited you here to get him away! But if you pour it well, a few bottles of wine can buy you off? Have you forgotten the general's order?"

Moritz yawned, looked at Lieutenant Juan, and replied slowly: "His father asked me to collect his body. I can try to kill him and bring back a body, but there is no guarantee of success."

If you want me to twist his will and force him to do something he doesn't want to do, I can't do it."

Winters found another cup and asked Senior Juan to sit down.

Juan raised his neck in anger and poured half a glass of strong liquor directly into his throat.

"Save your drink." Moritz felt a little distressed: "I plan to drink for many days."

"How many days?" Juan shouted.

"Senior." Winters sincerely requested, "I have something I want to ask you for help with."

…

The men were wading in the Pangtuo River, and Winters was seeing the old pirate off.

"There is no need to send it away, sir." Gold's front teeth have not yet been set, and his smile is leaking: "This has been sent to Blackwater Town, you can go back."

When they came from Veneta, Gold, the two ladies and Juan's men totaled sixteen people.

When we returned, there were only three of them: Gold, a hussar from Juan, and Dussac from Winters.

"Be careful along the way." Winters apologized: "Lieutenant Juan will stay here for a while, so there are only two people to guard you."

Gold laughed loudly: "I am very familiar with this road, and there is no need for guards at all. As long as I still have one life, I promise to bring your letter back to Hailan."

Juan obviously came to look for someone, but was detained by Winters instead. He had to explain the reason to Antonio.

The only person Winters had who could act as a messenger and guide was Gold, so he had to let the old pirate make another trip.

Winters and Juan selected two capable young men for the old pirates, on the one hand to serve as guards, and on the other hand to familiarize more people with the [New Reclamation-Veneta] route.

When others are familiar with this route, the old pirate will no longer have to run around.

"I'm leaving, don't worry!" Gold laughed loudly, whipped his horse, and galloped away.

Winters watched each other until the figures of the three riders disappeared among the trees.

Then he rode back to Wolf Town. His will was firm and he still had things to do.

…

Barley takes about six months from sowing to growing. It is sown in late February or early March as soon as the weather gets warmer and harvested in September.

Oats are divided into varieties. The Plato variety of oats matures relatively late and takes about four months to grow. It is generally sown in May and harvested in September.

Palatine agriculture generally adopts the three-field system. The cultivated land is divided into three parts: one field is planted with winter wheat, another field is planted with supplementary grains, and the remaining field is left fallow.

Barley, oats and rye, plus some legumes and vegetables, were the main crops of the Platuan farmers during the [spring-autumn] agricultural cycle.

But before the grain is fully mature in September, a new round of collection has already begun.

The reason is very simple. If the wheat was completely ripe, what would the farmers have left for the collection team? It would have been harvested long ago.

The so-called "rush to harvest" means that we must harvest the wheat before it ripens.

If you rush, the wheat will be ripe.

These are valuable experiences accumulated during the [Sovereignty War] thirty years ago, and they are not out of date now that they are being brought back.

Although unripe wheat cannot be eaten, it is still good and can be fed to horses. It is excellent horse feed.

War horses like and need this kind of fine material that is both nutritious and rich in moisture.

Because it is difficult to store crops that have not yet been dehydrated, the Platuan people invented the "silage" technology.

Chopping the green crops, sealing them, and fermenting them not only retains the nutrients and moisture, but also "detoxifies" them.

Not only can it be stored for a long time without deterioration, but the feed obtained has a slightly sour taste, which cattle, horses, and sheep especially like to eat.

However, silage requires very high experience and technical skills from the operator, and is generally only used in large military horse farms.

No one would be so luxurious as to use immature grains for silage. Isn’t that a waste of things?

But this kind of thing is actually happening to farmers who are newly reclaiming land.

The New Reclamation Corps was quite polite in their approach. After all, the New Reclamation Province was their own territory.

The forced conquest teams of Red Rose and Blue Rose did not treat people as human beings at all, and the New Reclamation Army was powerless to stop them.

Seeing that the grain was taken away by the other two parties, the new land reclamation army's expropriation efforts became more and more intense.

Tiefeng County is located at the southwest end of the Xinkendi Province and is the most remote and backward county. It was also affected by this storm.

Maplestone City issued a death order to the Gévaudan garrison, so the expropriation team set off from Gévaudan again and rushed to villages and towns in various places.

However, the collection of Gevaudin encountered a small problem...

"Sir! Mercy!" The leader of the expropriation team - [Sergeant Pitt] rushed to kiss Winters' boots: "I am also forced to have no choice! I don't want to go out to grab food. But my son and wife are in Gevaudan

, if I don’t obey the military order, my whole family will sit together! Please show your kindness..."

Peter's hands were tied behind his back and he was tied with four other people, obviously unable to move.

But when he saw the "bandit leader" approaching, his strong desire to survive led him to drag four people with him and almost rush to Winters' horse.

It was Pierre's saber that silenced Sergeant Pitt.

"Dare to take another step forward." Pierre covered his face and looked at the sergeant coldly. The second half of what he didn't say, the blade said for him.

Sergeant Pitt fell to the ground, crying for mercy, as did the other Gévaudan soldiers.

For a time, there were cries of begging everywhere, which was unbearable to hear.

Winters has seen and heard that everyone suffers from hardships and has no choice but to do so.

But he was not here to listen to the complaints of these Gévaudan soldiers.

"Have all the weapons been collected?" Winters asked.

"Confiscated."

"Carriage, food?"

"It's all done too."

Don Juan came flying over: "What nonsense are you talking about? Get the hell away!"

Winters nodded: "Take them all away."

Hearing the words "take them all away", Sergeant Pitt jumped up from the ground like a spring: "Take them away? Aren't you going to let us go? Are you going to take us away?"

"Who said you should be let go?" Pierre asked coldly.

"But, but we always let people go before!" Peter yelled at the top of his lungs: "We handed over our weapons and carriages, and we didn't resist. According to the previous rules, people were let go! Why did they kill us? We didn't do anything.

Didn’t do it! Ah…”

Pete was shouting and shouting, actually wailing, crying with snot and tears: "If I had known, I would have fought with you...ah..."

The prisoners around him heard Peter's miserable cry and became restless.

Winters, who had already walked far away, realized something was wrong and came back quickly.

He jumped off the saddle and kicked Pete over: "Stop crying so damn much! Who said I want to kill you?"

With tears and snot still hanging on his face, Peter asked in surprise: "You won't kill us?"

"If you cry again, I'll kill you first."

"Then why don't you let us go?" Peter wiped away his tears randomly, suddenly felt sad, and cried again: "In the end, you still want to kill us? Why don't you just kill us in another place...Mom..."

Winters had nothing to do with this rough guy who was prone to tears.

He used amplification to announce to the surrounding Gévaudan soldiers: "From now on, you are all my prisoners. If you don't seek death, you will not die. Take them all away!"

"Do bandits also want prisoners?" Peter asked sobbing.

Sergeant Pitt's food collection team was taken on the road.

The further he walked, the more he felt that the people who robbed the grain trucks were not bandits, because there had never been such powerful bandits in the newly cultivated land.

This group of "bandits" consisted of about twenty riders and the remaining thirty or so on foot.

As soon as the whistle sounded, the bandits rushed out from all directions at the same time.

The food collection team had no time to react and was already surrounded.

In this case, the temporarily recruited "soldiers" of Gévaudan instantly lost their will to resist and obediently handed over their weapons and surrendered.
To be continued...