[Retvodant]

[Conference Room of the Resident]

Although Andre was very restrained and not sarcastic in front of Ike, he showed no mercy when he returned to his own people.

"If the United Provincial officers and masters have similar levels," Andrey said with a smile: "Then we will no longer have to worry about the United Provincial army-it is simply vulnerable, vulnerable!"

After saying that, Andre remembered that there were two officers from the Union Provincial Department present, and quickly asked for a supplement: "Bad, not including you... Oh oh oh, and Senior Mason."

Mason waved his hand in accustomed to it, looked sideways at the man wearing an iron mask sitting on his left, and asked curiously: "How did you think of setting up an ambush at the dock? Did you guess in advance that Alpha and Potal would send small troops to launch a raid from the dock? Senior Morrow."

Captain Morrow's cold voice came from under the iron mask: "I have no ability to predict the future, but I just draw some of the troops as a reserve force and guard the rear according to the dogma."

"So that's it." Mason was a little disappointed.

"However, the other party is indeed a bit stupid. The tactical deployment is like a piece of white paper, and you can see through it at a glance." Perhaps because he was in a good mood to win the battle, Captain Morrow rarely had the interest in chatting: "The main force attacked head-on, and a small group of troops surrounded the back to support him, as if he was deploying troops according to the textbook, so there was no need to guess at all."

Captain Morrow shook his head gently, half pity, half wanting to laugh, "It's really... too simple."

As soon as he finished speaking, Andre laughed happily, and Mason also raised the corners of his mouth in cooperation.

Major Seber, who had been reserved and silent at the end of the conference table, finally couldn't help but join the conversation.

Moreover, Saber Serber was strongly aggressive as soon as he spoke: "Ha, you don't count it. The United Provinces have not fought a war in many years? Apart from those half-in-ground old men, can the younger generation find a few people who have actually been on the battlefield?"

Major Seber cleared his throat and looked down at the lieutenants in the conference room: "You guys, although they are not of a long military service, have fought with the barbarians and accumulated some practical experience. What kind of the United Provincial Army is? Compared with our Paratus, they are worthy of it? It is better to say that the little guy named Axel can take the initiative to attack, which is considered to be courageous. According to the consistent style of the United Provincial Army, he should be shackled in the fort and stayed until the end of the world."

Major Seber's endless spicy comments made the other lieutenants speechless.

Major Seber suddenly felt bored after realizing that no one responded to him... and a little disappointed. He snorted, picked up his arms, and looked out the window with a cold face.

"The Major makes sense." Winters broke his silence, first agreed with the Major, and then said a fair word to Ike: "Elieutenant Orange has good military qualities, but lacks experience. The militia under Potal were well trained by him, so I plan to identify the prisoners of the Battle of Shuozi Port, and if the background is innocent, I will add them to the infantry regiment."

Major Seber was not grateful for Winters' cooperation. He curled his lips and continued to stare at the chirping birds outside the window.

"I remember correctly." Bard put down the file in his hand and looked up and asked Winters: "Ike shouldn't stay in school to teach? At least he should stay in the United Provinces. How could he be sent to Paratu?"

"I don't know." Winters spread his hands: "I didn't ask either."

"We should ask," Bard reminded gently: "We may get some important information from Ike."

Winters also learned the major's posture, hugged his arms, pretending to be very concerned about the bird outside the window and was yelling: "He probably won't speak up on his own."

"That's not simple?" Major Seber became interested and said indifferently: "If you can't help but give me that little guy from the Union. Within three days, I asked him to pour out everything he said in his dream."

"He never talks in his sleep."

Major Seber sneered: "How do you know?"

"I slept on his lower bunk when I was in the Land Court for six years."

Major Seber was stunned for a moment, put away his unscrupulous expression. He sighed, tapped the table with his fingertips, and said leisurely: "That's a difficult thing..."

Winters looked at Bud, "Or, you go and give it a try?"

Because he knew that he was trying to force others, Winters obviously lacked confidence when speaking.

But Bud nodded naturally and agreed tolerantly: "Okay, I'll try it, but there's no guarantee that I can succeed. After all, if you can't convince Ike, my hope of success will be even more slim."

"Okay!" said Winters happily, "Try it."

During the chat, the sun had risen to the treetops. The sunlight passed through the open windows and sprinkled on the long table in the conference room.

Flashes of bells came from the tower of Revodantam Cathedral, reminding the people here that the most precious morning of the day is about to pass.

"Put the matter of that boy named Axel aside. I'm here to find you today because I have a serious matter!" Major Seber knocked on the table, raised his eyebrows, and asked Winters in a bad tone: "What are you going to deal with the prisoners of war who have returned from the wasteland with me? Should I leave or stay? Can I give you an accurate statement?"

"The problem of resettlement of returned prisoners of war will be resolved today." Winters answered while writing notes on the major's demands.

"I have something to ask, too." Andre raised his hand and complained: "When will the bounty be issued for the Battle of Scoop Port? The big-headed soldiers are waiting for it-of course, I am waiting too."

When Major Seber heard this, he immediately stretched his neck and wanted to put his nose on Winters' forehead: "There are many soldiers in the light cavalry that rushed to the Chilian Division. They will work hard for you, and they must not be missing when you divide things."

Winters remembered another one and nodded in agreement: "The distribution of spoils must also be discussed today."

However, Major Seber did not say it, but instead reminded Winters. He coughed lightly and pointed out the major's previous problems as peacefully as possible: "When you brought the cavalry back, you bought wine, spread money, and opened a mat, which led to the capture of the battle of the Red Army..."

"Hi!" Major Seber said carelessly: "It's time to celebrate, you have to spend some money. What's this? Where did you go?"

He glanced at Winters: "Little Man!"

Winters took a deep breath.

"I have something else to say!" Andrei raised his hand again and interrupted impatiently: "Since the war is not going to be fought for the time being, should the military horses he had taken away be returned to the cavalry team and the horse farm? Should the cavalry be taken back to me too? Alas, I finally saved a little fat, and after a lot of trouble in spring, I was in vain again..."

Before Winters could reply, Bud spoke first.

Bud looked at Andre and asked seriously: "The war report says that you have all the enemies you captured in the war in the Port of Shaving Harbor?"

"Those people are horse bandits and robbers, so it's not a pity to kill them."

"No, it's a pity?" Bud was silent for a moment: "No, it's a pity."

Andre disagreed: "What a pity?"

Bard asked back: "Do you know how long it takes for a woman to get pregnant until she gives birth?"

"What does it mean?" Andre frowned.

"It takes ten months for a woman to get pregnant to give birth, only half of her babies can live to three years old, and only one-third of them can grow to adulthood." Bard patiently explained to Andre: "It takes at least seventeen years from a hungry baby to a strong adult with all fours. And you only need a knife to execute him."

Andrei twitched his neck and asked dissatisfiedly: "So?"

"So have you ever thought about how much waste you have caused?" Bard pursed his lips and said slowly: "Weapons can create a large batch in one month, food can be harvested two rounds a year, and horses can be supplemented in three years."

He glanced at the other officers present: "And what about people? It takes at least seventeen years for a man to raise one. Compared with weapons, food, war horses, 'people' are the most difficult resources to replenish, and they are also the resource we lack the most. Iron ore, farms, logging farms, construction sites, and Tiefeng County now need people everywhere, and people who can work - whether they are guilty or innocent, whether they should be damned or not."

Andre said speechlessly, he asked in a daze: "Bad, what do you want to say..."

"The 'head cutting order' should be stopped." Bard looked at Winters and said seriously: "It is indeed useful for a short period of time to use the head as an incentive. However, as far as I know, soldiers have now executed surrendered enemies in private in order to obtain the head. Even without considering moral factors, killing is a waste that we cannot tolerate."

"Okay." Winters nodded and wrote down another one on the paper: "This matter is also discussed today."

"I have something to do, too." Mason slowly raised his hand and saw that everyone else looked at him. He said embarrassedly: "It's not a big deal. Baishan County has recently blocked the Ferry Bridge. Several local businesses ask me to ask what the situation is."

"Okay." Winters noted another note: "I'll send someone to ask, what else is there?"

"Then I'll tell you all." Mason pulled his finger and counted one by one:

"During this time you left, I started six more blast furnaces. Now, the local raw and cooked iron production has far exceeded the digestive capacity of Forge Township. Brothers Poltan and Goncha want to know if the excess pig iron can be sold to other counties?"

"I have already placed the craftsmen you brought back from the Steel Fort in Nancheng. Are you planning to hire them collectively? Or let them choose their jobs freely? Many forging masters have come to me and asked about hiring the steel fort blacksmiths in a roundabout way."

"The road from Revodan to Forge Township has been completed. Do you need to continue to repair it in other places? Now the situation in Tiefeng County has settled, and road builders want to go home. If they want to keep them, they may have to pay higher salaries."

"We are not short of money for the time being - the gold you bring back is more than enough to deal with the expenses. The problem is that the gold cannot be distributed directly. If you agree, I will arrange for the goldsmith of Revodan to start processing the pure gold into gold coins. Or -" Mason gritted his teeth: "Let's just mint coins ourselves."

"Oh, by the way, there is also wool..."

After Mason finished all the things that needed to be decided that Revodan had accumulated during this period, Bard also said softly: "In June, summer grain will be harvested. If the tax is not collected, you must decide as soon as possible. There is also the land reclamation of refugee farms, refugee return home, and rent paid to the owners of various manors..."

Winters remembers more and more on paper.

Major Seber slapped the table unhappily and scolded Winters: "Don't just remember, I'm here to ask you for an explanation. Give me an accurate answer, I'll leave now-I'm not interested in playing house with you!"

The room fell silent, only Captain Morrow sneered.

"Major." Winters showed the densely packed writing paper in his hand and asked, "So many things, do you want me to decide in one sentence?"

"Otherwise?" Major Seber glared and asked, "You are not the head? Who will make the decision if you don't make the decision? You are not responsible for making the decision, so what are you doing in that position?"

Andre nodded like a chicken pecking at the rice.

Winters smiled and said, "Then aren't you afraid that I will make a wrong decision?"

Major Seber was a little exhausted. He thought for a while and said impatiently: "That's a matter of your ability!"

"Today we are gathered together to bring out all the things that need to be decided at the moment and discuss the results together." Winters stood up and looked at his colleagues in the conference room: "When you invite everyone, I said that today is an 'enlarged officer meeting'."

Unlike the dilemma of not being able to find the seventh qualified officer in the county before, Tiefeng County is now "full of talents".

Even if the captured Axel Orange was not included, there were fourteen regular officers from the Army Academy. As for the "New Army Officers" appointed by Winters, there were more than twenty.

The six people sitting in the conference room are very representative and represent all the current military forces of Tiefeng County.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Winters and Andre represent the new army, Bud represents the refugee farm and the South Eight Towns, and Richard Mason can barely represent the Rewards.

Major Seber represented the prisoners sent back by Chihe tribe. Many of these prisoners were swaying about leaving or staying, and Major Seber could almost control their attitude.

Captain Moro represented the first batch of expeditionary prisoners to join Tiefeng County. They and the people of Tiefeng County experienced the Blood Mud Battle. Although the number was small, they were closer to Tiefeng County. Many of them had already saved military achievements and were waiting to issue land and did not intend to leave again.

This is the current "supreme authority" in Tiefeng County - the enlarged meeting of officers.

The power of this power organ is neither recommended by the people nor granted by the upper class, but is half based on prestige and half based on the army.

Although Winters, the host of the meeting, did not think he was the leader of the military government, and even the people present did not think he was part of the military government.

But in fact, they are even more military government than the Palatu military government in Hongchuan.

Because the military government of Hongchuan also has at least some ordinary administrative officials who do not have military status, and the concentration of military personnel in the highest power organ in Tiefeng County is 100%.

However, she is the only political group that has the will and the only ability to protect Tiefeng County, clean up the mess, and open up new paths, and is even hardly even called a political group.

However, it is obvious that in this small group, there are also people who are unwilling to accept new identities.
To be continued...