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Chapter 1378 1376. The idiot is quiet, he must be making trouble

Gunshots were heard again in the marshal's office, which made the gendarmes on duty outside look at each other.

They moved in a lazy manner, and expected to see the scene of the old marshal committing suicide in shame and anger after opening the door, and then they would come forward to collect the marshal's body, so that at least they could retain the last bit of the commander's dignity.

There are many reasons why the hatred between superiors and subordinates is so strong.

The first and most important point is that everyone knows that Marshal Heraclius invested the pension left by the legion to the veterans.

In the past, when the Misty Sea Trading Company was able to create a myth of benefit, everyone praised the marshal's foresight and was able to get more pensions, and no one used this matter to attack him.

After all, soldiers are very pure, and their likes and dislikes are always reflected quite directly.

However, now, the Misty Sea Trading Company has exploded. Although the marshal blocked the news at the first time, who can serve in the army here without a few relatives in the city?

The riots in the port area and the "burning of the trading company" have spread throughout the military camp, and the legend of the "flying man in the port" is constantly updated every day. Under such circumstances, it is reasonable for the soldiers to be worried. The old marshal, who should have come out to explain the situation at the first time, only issued a bland "rumor-refuting statement" and lied that the soldiers' pensions were all in the fortress vault.

This is just burning newspapers at the grave, fooling the ghosts!

Secondly, the marshal's condition in the past two days is very abnormal.

He has a bad temper and quickly degenerates into an old confused drunkard. This morning, four officers couldn't stand everyone's pleading and planned to talk to the old marshal about the pension, at least to get a safe answer, but they had just entered the marshal's office for a few minutes when gunshots were heard inside.

Then the officer's body was dragged out and hung on the fortress gatehouse in the name of "traitor who planned to attack his superiors".

But the problem is that the officers who can be elected as representatives by the soldiers are all very popular commanders. The four of them have a very good reputation in the barracks. They were recognized as "good men" during the period when General Baldwin was in power, and they were all eager to do good!

When other officers avoided talking about this matter, they were willing to seek justice on behalf of the soldiers, which itself represented their prestige and popularity in the barracks.

Such four people were killed by the old marshal. To be honest, this is not as simple as chilling the hearts of the soldiers.

The soldiers directly under the four officers gathered on the barracks playground and didn't know what they were going to do, but the others just watched coldly and didn't plan to go up and persuade them. Instead, the logistics officer was surrounded by increasingly anxious soldiers and asked whether the allowance for this month could be issued.

The logistics officer, who was the confidant of the old marshal, was usually fat and looked like a big man, but he turned pale and sweated when he was surrounded by angry soldiers.

"Tell me what's up! Where's this month's allowance?"

A drunken young officer stepped on the table and cursed with red eyes:

"I won't even mention the pension, after all, we all know that investment is risky, but the allowance can't be paid out, right? My whole family depends on my allowance for food."

"Yes, yes!"

"Speak up, you fat pig!"

A group of soldiers around him started to make noise when they saw someone taking the lead.

They gathered around, rolled up their sleeves and stared at the dirty quartermaster with bad eyes. It was too late for the latter to run. Seeing more and more people gathered, he subconsciously pulled out the pistol from his waist in fear and raised it to the sky and cursed:

"Back off! Everyone, back off! You guys who are committing treason should be executed! I am a knight! A respectable person with status. Your allowance is there. Why are you in a hurry? It's not the day to pay the allowance yet."

He roared and waved the pistol in his hand, forcing the soldiers around him to retreat, and made up a lie to try to calm these guys down. However, before the quartermaster could make up more reasons, an old sergeant in the quartermaster's office, who he regarded as a "confidant", suddenly jumped up and shouted:

"Don't believe him! He is lying!

The grandson of Heraclius was bewitched by Ivankov a few days ago to invest all the funds stored in the fortress into that damn In a scam! It was me and another soldier who followed this fat pig to deliver the money!

Brothers, there is no money in the fortress!

Not to mention the pensions for those of us who are about to retire, even your allowances for this month cannot be issued.

Don't believe in the trade income of the Legion Chamber of Commerce, it's all a lie.

The head of that chamber of commerce is Heraclius's brother-in-law, that idiot is an idiot who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun! Their only business is to invest in the Misty Sea Trading Company, and then they are sent to Treasure Bay by those scammers to enjoy life and engage in corruption.

This fat pig boasted to me a few days ago that he played with four women in Treasure Bay in one night"

"Shut up! You shut up!"

The fat quartermaster was so scared that his face turned yellow. He pointed the revolver in his hand at the old soldier who was talking nonsense, but the latter was not afraid at all. Instead, he rolled up his sleeves and stood with other angry soldiers, and kept inciting:

"This guy hid the key to the vault in his shirt. Brothers, grab it! I'll take you to see it. I know the code for the mechanical lock there! I swear on my life, there's not a penny left there. We're bankrupt, brother. them.

It's all these self-righteous idiots' fault. "

"Shut up!!!"

The fat quartermaster aimed at the old noncommissioned officer who kept saying deadly words and inciting him. But the next second, the young officer rushed from behind and used his skillful catching skills to seize the gun, and then knocked the guy over with a leg sweep. On the ground.

The soldiers immediately howled and rushed forward to beat the fat pig. The latter struggled at first, but then only screamed.

Seeing that his screams were getting weaker and weaker, the young officer and the old noncommissioned officer looked at each other, and both saw the strange look in each other's eyes. Then he raised the gun in his hand and fired a shot, shouting:

"Don't beat him to death, soldiers! We are well-trained professional soldiers, and we have our own honor! We just want to get our own money back, we are not thugs! Catch him!

Leave a few people here with me to watch him!

Sergeant Coburn, take the soldiers to the treasury to have a look. If there is still money to distribute to us, then I am willing to go to Marshal Heraclius to be punished!

But if the allowances we deserve are gone, then, for the sake of the four 'warriors' who were shot dead this morning, we are going to have a good fight with that bitch Heraclius. "

"Yes! Go and have a look."

Some soldiers from poor families were eager to know whether they could get their military pay for this month, so they gathered around the old sergeant and held the blood-stained key to the tightly guarded vault behind the fortress. Along the way, they yelled at many soldiers who were not on duty. They gathered together, and in the office of the munitions department, the quartermaster who was almost beaten to death by the angry soldiers was now cowering in fear.

There was blood everywhere on his body, and his eyes were so hesitant that he lost his mind.

The young officer who was guarding here looked around, and then gestured to several of his close soldiers, asking them to guard the door. He played with the quartermaster's luxurious revolver decorated with tortoiseshell and walked up to the fat man. Squatting down, he took out two cigarettes from his jacket pocket, took one for himself, and lit another for the quartermaster who was almost scared to death in front of him.

The pungency of the tobacco brought the guy back to his senses, who was on the verge of fear.

He shook the fat on his body and looked around. Being able to become the old marshal's confidant showed that this guy had some brains. Seeing this scene, he knew that the young officer in front of him definitely had "something" to do.

"No, tell me, what do you want me to do? As long as a dog lives, I'm willing to do it."

The quartermaster said something condescendingly, and the young officer laughed. He who was still drunk just now reached out and patted this guy on the shoulder and said:

"Don't be afraid, I will give you great wealth, Rule. Please tell me honestly first. How much did Heraclius invest in the Sea of ​​Mist Trading Company?"

"All in."

The quartermaster held a cigarette in his mouth and said shakily:

"Not only the soldiers' allowances and veterans' pensions, but also all the reserves of the entire legion chamber of commerce, old marshal. No, that greedy old guy also threw his own wealth into it, otherwise why would he use wine to relieve his sorrows? ?

That guy fell from the richest man in Nordtov to a penniless pauper overnight. Why do you think he stayed in the military camp these days?

Does he like military camps? Do you really think he cares about the soldiers?

fart!

He doesn't dare to go back to his manor!

Those family relatives who were tricked by him and brought into this scam to make a fortune have surrounded his manor, and even his children have severed ties with him.

The old guy is already alone.

The most terrifying thing is that he has pledged the title deeds to the fortress and the surrounding area, so theoretically, the fortress itself is no longer the queen's property, and the kingdom's finances have been allocated to the south of Kavhoka. The funds for building a new defense line outside Cadman City were also thrown into the bottomless pit.

Dude

We are all paupers now.

You see, I'm already penniless, so why don't you treat me like a piece of shit because I'm so unlucky? "

"Haha, you are quite good at talking."

The junior officer snorted, turned the revolver around on his finger, and said:

"I won't hide it from you. I serve His Highness Andre. As long as you do your job well and help His Highness control this legion, it will be a great achievement and I will ensure that you are well-off and prosperous in the future. The most important thing is, Andre. His Highness Lie has a way to help us get back the principal that was defrauded.

Your Highness has been busy with this matter these days."

"What?"

The fat quartermaster was a little scared at first, but when he heard that he could get his principal back, his eyes suddenly lit up. He took a deep puff of smoke, rolled his eyes, and whispered:

"To tell you the truth, old guy Heraclius and I are still related. If His Highness can really get everyone's principal back, should the old guy's share be inherited by his relatives?"

"oh?"

The young officer looked at the vicious fat man in front of him with a surprised look, and he said playfully:

"But even if the old marshal dies, he still has sons, daughters, and a large family. There are many relatives who are closer than you, and it won't be your turn."

"But as I said just now, those guys have been gathering in the old man's manor to collect debts these days. Everyone is here, and we have tens of thousands of angry warriors here."

The quartermaster narrowed his eyes, quietly made a "cut down" gesture, and then hurriedly said:

"Of course, the old man's ill-gotten gains should not be used to pollute the hearts of good people. I am willing to give half of it to His Highness Andre to serve the country!"

"Only half? Do you think His Highness is so easy to get rid of? Am I too kind? Do you want the Thorn Vampire under His Highness to talk to you instead?"

The junior officer snorted, and the quartermaster immediately changed his words and said:

"Two-thirds! It can't be more true. If I want to inherit the old man's property, part of the territory and hereditary title, I have to clear up connections in the Kingdom's Heraldry Academy. Those heraldic scholars have a huge appetite."

"Hmph, that's pretty much it."

The young officer made a universal gesture and said:

"But what about everyone else's share?"

"I will find a way to get it together. The old manor in Kafhuoka is actually quite valuable."

The quartermaster replied immediately, and the agreement was happily concluded.

A few minutes later, this guy returned to the camp of the "Justice" as a "tainted witness", and Sergeant Coburn had already returned to the munitions office with a group of angry soldiers. The soldiers were yelling and cursing. With words such as "There is no money in the vault" and "A rat will commit suicide if it gets in", the boiling anger is brewing like boiling hot oil.

"Fighters! We just want to get back what we deserve, follow me! I will take you to Marshal Heraclius, we want to ask him clearly! Why can he, without our permission, You used our money to invest and lost in betting!

Follow me, warriors! "

The junior officer waved the pistol in his hand and shouted. Incited by some of the grassroots commanders in the crowd who had been taken under Andre's command in advance, these angry soldiers followed the officer towards the marshal's office.

The military police who were supposed to stop them along the way pretended not to see them. They were busy after all.

The head of Sir Secretary General who was killed by the marshal was split open and scattered red and white on the floor. It was quite troublesome to clean up.

And just when this group of angry soldiers arrived in front of the office building, they happened to encounter Marshal Heraclius, who had put on his military uniform again and looked extremely majestic, walking out of the building with a few guards.

The two parties met in the open space in front of the office building.

The old marshal was visibly excited at this moment, and his cloudy eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes. He was stunned for a moment when he saw the soldiers in front of him, and then he yelled angrily:

"They gathered in the military camp for no reason, making noise and carrying weapons! What are you planning to do? Are you going to rebel?"

The soldiers responded with silence, but no one retreated, which showed the seriousness of the matter. According to normal procedures, it would be time for the military police to step out to suppress or prepare for an encounter, but Heraclius did not do so. On the contrary, the old man The marshal said loudly:

"I can probably guess what you want to do, but listen to me, warriors, I am also a victim of the Misty Sea Trading Company's scam, and I have found substantial evidence! Our investment failed not because of our vision. Or luck, this was a trap set by the Transians from the beginning!

They are afraid of Nordtov's warriors, so they can only use such despicable methods to corrupt our minds and plunder our property! Listen to me, that bastard Ivankov is a Transian spy!

The Misty Sea Trading Company is a conspiracy group under the command of vampire Murphy. Their evil god is hiding in a secret room full of blood and planning all of this!

Our money is in their hands now!

Do you want your own money?

Do you want to get back what should be a bright future for your family?

If you want, then listen to me!

Now organize the army and prepare to leave immediately. I will take you to the territory of the Transians to get back what belongs to us! You have all heard about the wealth in Batasin City. As long as we capture it, everyone will get rich!

I won’t take a penny from what I captured in this battle, all the gains are yours! "

It has to be said that Heraclius, who has been a soldier all his life, is indeed a good hand at incitement. He can transfer conflicts in a few words. If the soldiers acted spontaneously and unorganized, I am afraid they would really be punished by him. A convincing argument.

However, this was no accidental gathering.

"First you defrauded us of our money! Now you want to trick us into going to die with the Transians with you?"

The leading young officer cursed angrily:

"It's not enough for you to take away the money. Do you want to use our lives to make up for the sinkhole you dug? We don't even have supplies! What are you using to fight against the Transians? You bitch! You obviously want to be here. It's time to start a war and drag the entire country into the quagmire to escape your guilt!

Damn it!

You are ten thousand times more vicious than I thought!

Brothers, don’t listen to his deceptions!

We will not go to war because of the ambition of a crazy old man. The wolf girl did not order the war! We are not traitors! We just want our money back now! Heraclius, bitch! Give us back our hard-earned money."

"Bang"

A gunshot interrupted all the little officer's roars.

He looked at the blood pouring out of his waist and abdomen in disbelief and then glanced at Heraclius who was drawing a gun and shooting angrily in front of him.

He really didn't expect that the old man would be so reckless! You have been a soldier all your life, don't you know what it means to take the initiative to shoot in this situation? You really think that your title of marshal can suppress everything, right?

"Zhao! Kill him!"

I don't know who shouted.

In short, when the leading officer fell to the ground, the strings in the hearts of the soldiers who had been extremely angry for a long time were completely broken, and when the angry soldiers picked up their weapons and rushed towards him, Marshal Heraclius woke up.

He put the exquisite pistol emitting gunpowder against his chin.

But.

It was too late.