Fabian didn't want to go back to Moby Dick Harbor to meet Draco, and Carl Bain from Lake Town had the same idea.

While busy day and night, this hard-working chief of staff (adjutant) discovered an absolutely correct truth - work can never be finished.

After personally starting to sort out the real estate in Long Lake Town, he finally understood why Anson, the bastard, was so anxious to run back to Moby Dick Harbor and dump everything on himself.

Because this is really offending!

As a money-making organization called the Army, but actually a "common prosperity" organization, the matter of dividing the cake has always been quite sensitive within the Storm Division.

During the Hantu War, Anson was able to come up with a "fair" distribution system that satisfied everyone. The premise was that the distribution model within the levy corps was quite unfair in the past. He could achieve a certain balance by being a little more generous.

, while not arousing much opposition.

But things are different now: First of all, the entire army has been established as a standing army, officers have promotion opportunities, and soldiers have employment guarantees; but this time, what is allocated is not money, but energy and industries that continuously generate money.

In the Clovis military system, except for those like Major General Ludwig Franz, who had an "extraordinary destiny" and was assigned a general rank as soon as he joined the army, the vast majority of officers were either from small families or were not awarded the rank.

The second son with too much wealth.

For these people, the temptation of getting a stable and guaranteed industry is that of the same number or even several times more, which cannot be easily measured.

As for those soldiers who came from the lower class: sharecroppers, hired workers, bankrupts, vagrants...the fertile land, wealthy farms and dense forests are equally attractive to them.

To put it more bluntly, everyone in the Storm Division has made enough money in Hantu, and now there is a staff. Except for a small number of ambitious people who want to make progress, more and more people are starting to think about what to do after retiring.

If the distribution is fair - not to mention how the division is fair - the officers will definitely not be satisfied first of all. The property that is not too much is distributed to everyone according to shares, and what they can get is absolutely very little.

If we focus on the interests of the officer corps as much as possible, the officers and soldiers at the bottom will definitely not be happy; especially when the officers turn into big industrial owners one by one, the already large gap will widen again, and the contradiction between the officers and soldiers will definitely break out.

of.

No matter what he does, the final result cannot satisfy everyone; the object of dissatisfaction is definitely not each other or the commander-in-chief, but himself, the chief of staff who presides over the distribution!

And he still has to distribute it - the entire Storm Division knows that this operation in Changhu Town has gained a lot, and the commander-in-chief has hinted many times before departure that everyone will get "more" in the new world than in Hantu.

"More"... If he has not come up with a plan for a long time, the probability of Carl Bain being shot coldly is higher than unfair distribution.

In order to avoid the outcome of "suicide after being shot eight times in the back", Carl and the little secretary constantly designed new distribution plans, and at the same time worked hard to coordinate within the army to win the recognition of more people.

But so far, this effort does not seem to have any effect other than making the two people's already little popularity quickly disappear, making them more and more unpopular, and a bunch of useless work that can only be thrown into the wastebasket.

effective results.

And Anson Bach, who had successfully gotten rid of this troublesome matter and was in a happy mood, was currently entertaining two special guests in the living room of the Luen Mansion in Beluga Harbor.

To be more precise, they are two girls - the orphans of the victims of the Gray Pigeon Castle massacre.

The two sisters are the only bloodline of Delmid Frey, the Speaker of Gray Pigeon Castle. It is said that this Speaker is actually a die-hard loyalist and very loyal to the empire. Even quietly welcoming the army into the city was his plan. He is also a second-generation immigrant.

, my father’s generation was still a small aristocrat in Adlan.

But he was unlucky because he had a rich family and only had two daughters besides his wife's natal family. The loyalists in Gray Pigeon Castle who were truly "rooted and prosperous" used the excuse of being too kind to liberals to have the speaker who opened the door to welcome the imperial army be dismissed.

Take it on the spot.

Two girls who were dreaming of sweet dreams the night before, hoping to marry a certain imperial knight, were woken up by their loyal housekeeper overnight. They hurriedly escaped from the manor wearing only pajamas. They wandered all the way and encountered various dangers.

The imperial cavalry and even the refugees who were nearly hunted were treated as fat sheep. It was not until they encountered the White Whale Port caravan that the situation improved slightly.

After arriving at Beluga Port, the two sisters, as the orphans of the former speaker, were regarded by other refugees as spiritual leaders and representatives in negotiations with Beluga Harbor.

Because they were fleeing in a hurry, these people from different classes could not come up with much of a "common program". There was only one goal that could unite them all: revenge.

………………

"...Please allow me to accept my sincere condolences for Speaker Delmid's unfortunate experience." Looking at the two reserved girls on the sofa, Anson sighed softly:

"Although they belong to different camps, everyone is fighting for the object they are loyal to. This has nothing to do with right or wrong. It is a regrettable thing for a loyal soldier to die unjustly."

His expression was very sincere, and every move showed a bit of sadness. His slightly twinkling pupils seemed to reveal tears of grief, swirling in his eyes.

"……Thanks."

The speaker was Polina, the elder sister of the two sisters. Although she was one year older than her younger sister, she was only fourteen. She was wearing a plain dress, and her childish face and long platinum wavy hair revealed a pitiful expression.

The breath; the big eyes flashing, full of tension and fear.

"You're welcome, these are all what I should do." Anson shook his head slightly:

"You are girls, and impassioned truths will do you no good; but I hope you can believe that in the New World, the Clovis people do not have excessive greed for territory, let alone any conflict with Pigeon Castle;

We are friends, business partners, and... neighbors."

"Between neighbors, it is natural for the other party to lend a helping hand when one party encounters difficulties; so if you have any needs or feel unsatisfied, just ask them... This is not showing off, nor is it a charity, it can be met

We will definitely be satisfied.”

Faced with Anson's generous move, the two sisters' first reaction was not joy, but fear.

"No, no need! I... people... we... thank you! Really, really thank you!"

Staring with a pair of eyes filled with stories, the frightened Polina spoke incoherently, nodding and shaking her head to express "thank you", her body wrapped under the long skirt trembling like chaff.

My sister was already like this, and the sister Sarah next to her was even more like a frightened little animal. She curled up on the sofa, hugged her calves, and buried her head in her chest desperately.

Anson nodded slightly without changing his expression, and vaguely guessed the reason: they were probably frightened by the countless "good Samaritans" along the way.

It is not particularly difficult to guess how two young and inexperienced girls will be treated thousands of miles away from home, carrying some property with only an old housekeeper to protect them in the wilderness...

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The table was full of snacks, but the two sisters only held cups of scalding hot milk. Not to mention the rest, they didn't even dare to move.

Of course, considering Lisa next to the table... Anson seriously suspected that it wasn't that they didn't want to eat, but that they were worried about not being able to grab it.

Gently patting the girl's little head to stop her from continuing to stuff biscuits into her mouth that could no longer be opened, Anson sighed and picked up the hot coffee on the table:

"Of course, all this is subject to your own members, and we will never interfere too much; but I hope you two can understand what an important responsibility you bear; and this responsibility cannot be achieved by just one person.

Achievable.”

"If you want to overthrow the rule of the empire and let you return to Gray Pigeon Castle to get back what belongs to you, you must not only rely on yourself, nor only Moby Dick Port, but all the colonies in the entire New World can achieve this by uniting as one.

Ambitious goals.”

Speaking of Gray Pigeon Castle, Polina, who had always been highly vigilant, was shocked, and her fearful eyes finally glowed with a different light:

"What do we need to do?"

"Of course the first person to bear this responsibility is the liberals who unite all the Gray Pigeon Castles." Anson took a sip of black coffee and said:

"As victims of the empire's crimes, you are a flag and symbol of all liberals. Only when you appear can you awaken the hearts of freedom in all people to resist the tyranny of the empire, and inspire the entire new world to join in the fight against the empire and take back the gray

Come to the camp of Pigeon Forge."

"The united front against the empire must have a place in Pigeon Castle; you and your sister are her representatives - I have entrusted the "Moby Dick Port Good Guys" to report the empire's numerous crimes, which are completely different from the liberals' treatment of the loyalists.

His attitude spread throughout the New World, and some newspapers were even brought back to the mainland for the whole world to open their eyes and see!"

Anson is not exaggerating this point. The Storm Division has definitely spared no effort in publicity. After all, no matter how much money is spent on it, it is definitely cheaper than the army setting off to take down those colonies. It is an absolutely cost-effective business.

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With the printing press running 24 hours a day and all workers working in three shifts, the two issues of newspapers about Pigeon Castle and Chang Lake Town have quickly spread throughout most of the colonies, and their influence has followed the representatives who returned from Chang Lake Town.

They began to spread.

In the past, these colonies had no fighting capacity. In addition to the important reason that they were rotten fish and shrimps, another reason was that they lacked common understanding and lived as if waiting for death. Although they were dissatisfied with the status quo, they did not know how to change it.

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Two newspapers that clearly show the difference between Beluga Harbor and the empire's practices will make "resistance to the empire" a common understanding in these colonies; the liberals, who were originally no different from the loyalists, will also begin to shape their own

Shared ideas.

And this concept, which is different from the past, will become their top priority in uniting and building a new country.

Things did go as he expected, and the "Great Purge" targeting loyalists began to spread within the rebellious imperial colonies;

Liberals in various regions copied the content of Draco Vertes' report almost step by step, taking the "procedural justice" and "passing of responsibility" advocated by Fabian to the extreme.

In Black Reef Port, because it is too close to Gray Pigeon Fortress, the local autonomous council is almost in turmoil, and its methods of treating loyalists are also the most cruel: reporting each other, implicating identities, and fighting for the same party...

Not only openly loyalists, but also those who were slightly suspected were sent to the gallows and beheaded. Those who refused to admit their crimes were tortured until they confessed.

In order to improve the efficiency of reporting, as long as the person being reported admitted that he was a loyalist, the reporting person could get one-tenth of his property; so neighbors began to report on neighbors, servants began to report on masters, and farm laborers began to report on landlords...

In the end, even family disputes, quarrels between relatives and other trivial matters began to be solved by the gallows; countless tragedies and comedies of loving fathers and filial piety, loving husbands and wives, and harmonious neighbors were staged.

In comparison, the Winter Torch City in the north seems "less sincere" in this regard - they did not purge the loyalists in the parliament, but instead exiled all these people to explore the new world further north.

new colony.

Because they were afraid of being targeted by other colonies for being too merciful, the representatives of Winter Torch City chose to stay directly in Beluga Port without any concealment of the whole matter.

Anson expressed his understanding of this. As the bridgehead for the Order World to open up a new continent, the mission of Winter Torch City is not to resist but to progress; whether it is to purge loyalists or not, as long as they are willing to join the united front, it is of far-reaching significance.

Under the supervision of the Storm Division, the "cleaning" work in Changhu Town was carried out quietly; anyway, most of the people who dared to resist have been beaten into loyalists, and the rest have basically lost their influence, let alone their influence.

Being a puppet of the Storm Master does not make much difference whether you are a liberal or not.

When the news reached Sailing City, Bernard Morweis, who had just been celebrating the victory over the Castle of Gray Pigeon, suddenly changed his expression on the spot. He even hastily canceled his birthday party and ran back to his Governor's Mansion to drink drunkenly.

Not only did he not frighten those damn traitors by conquering Gray Pigeon Castle, he actually made them unite against him - they were so rampant that they were not even afraid of the imperial army, right?!

Once they were really tied to the same chariot as Clovis, their goal of quickly solving the colonial rebellion and striving to avoid the emperor's intervention would be directly bankrupt; even if it was to maintain colonial rule, Clovis would never let it go.

The fat around the mouth slipped away quietly;
Chapter completed!