蒸汽历1025年9月十四号

The General Administration of the Imperial Intelligence of the Hawks Sark on the Chris Peninsula received new news from intelligence informants from the Oakley area. The Hawks Sark intelligence officer on the Chris Peninsula wrote a secret letter, tied it to the foot of the taming hawk, and fed a pill to the taming hawk.

The trainer then took off excitedly, crossed the blue sea, and landed in a very inconspicuous house in the local civilian area of ​​the port of St. Sok. The people in this room removed the trainer's legs and took out the code strip. Then the telegram was sent back to the imperial capital with a password.

That afternoon, the Emperor's laughter came from the brightly lit celestial tower in St. Sok. According to the servants in the palace area, he had not heard such a happy smile from His Majesty the Emperor in more than ten years. His Majesty was happy about what happened in Oakley.

That night, in the office behind wooden doors, the Director General sat at a black wooden table in the Imperial Intelligence Department.

Chanhong, who had arrived at the intelligence agency secretly, sat opposite Xu Ling. When Chanhong took off his black cloak, Xu Ling saw the visitor clearly and immediately stood up to salute, but Chanhong waved his hand and asked to sit down.

After the two sat down, Canhong said to Xu Ling, who was looking through the information, with a poker face: "Now is sure that he (Gun Yan Bing Ke) has appeared in Vikra?"

Xu Ling: "Yes Your Highness, and according to our eyeliner, he is neither in Oka's hands nor Oakley's hands now."

Chanhong glanced at the information and said directly without raising his head: "Now your Majesty's latest order, first, further confirming his whereabouts, second, your Majesty wants to know more about the real situation on the night of September 4. Your Majesty is very interested in the Oakley Rockets attack."

Xu Ling's eyebrows moved and said slowly, "I understand."

As a royal hawk, sometimes you have to understand the deep meaning of the royal members. Some things the royal family does not say explicitly, but requires intelligence agencies to make a decision. For example, now the royal family wants to thoroughly investigate the details of the September 4th incident in Vikra City. When seeking long-range guided missiles, they cannot be limited to places like Vikra and Oka, but also need to query the root of the Gun Flame nuclear technology - the Gun Flame Family.

To secretly penetrate the confidential production line of the Gun Yan family, the Imperial Intelligence Department, who does dirty work, requires "good at making decisions". When such a thing is exposed, temporary workers will take the blame.

Seeing Xu Ling very sensible, Canhong nodded and continued: "Now plan d is completely terminated, and plan a can be implemented as much as possible."

The Empire's plan was that the overseas intelligence team discovered that Binghe refused to return, and the Intelligence Agency had the right to decide on assassination.

The D plan was formulated because the nuclear power was previously in the enemy country of Oka. In order to prevent the pioneering talent and investment in the enemy, the military-industrial families in China should not try to connect with foreign countries.

At this time, the plan was to do everything possible to make Binghe run back voluntarily. This was because Binghe ran away from Oka's palm. Saint Sok's method changed from thunder to Huairou.

Xu Ling heard this sentence: "So, can we assist his behavior when we make sure that his behavior does not endanger the empire?"

Chanhong paused and looked up and said, "All additional plans from the Intelligence Agency regarding him need to be submitted to me for approval."

I understand Canhong's determination to try to control the process of this matter highly.

After receiving Canhong's reply, Xu Ling nodded to express his understanding.

A few minutes later, Chanhong put on a cloak and a black mask and left through the back door of the Intelligence Agency.

Xu Ling looked at the mainland map, and his eyes were staring at the countries in the southern Mediterranean, wandering between West and Roland.

The intelligence officer placed his finger on the map, sliding back and forth between the two countries, whispering: "Where should you run to the next?"

[On October 4th, autumn colors have spread to the Beth Mountains in the western continent. In the southern mountain range, somewhere with lush vegetation]

"Swoosh", bright flames sprayed out from the watering can, and the bright flames sprayed five or six meters, licking the flying hornets. The fuel in the watering can is fuel squeezed from animals and plants, while the flames use oxygen to help burn.

The flames sprayed and burned quickly without a trace of smoke. Binghe, who wanted to eat cooked food, had no awareness of forest fire prevention at all.

Of course, the flame is not barbecue now. Bingke’s target is the hornet’s nest in the tree hole. This is an extra-large honeycomb. The lingering wild bee makes Bingke’s excited now.

After nearly a month of long journeys over mountains and ridges, Binghe saw through a field perspective that he had reached the southern edge of the mountain range. In order to commemorate his upcoming out of the mountain, Binghe prepared to bring some local specialties. Binghe specially trekked two kilometers of mountain road and found this big honeycomb. At the same time, he washed his empty metal food box in the mountain spring river and heated it with flames aseptic treatment.

Now, when the fire clouds made by simple flames burned across the treetops, the wings of the wild bees as big as thumbs were wiped out by the flames and fell obediently to the ground. The air was filled with the smell of burnt hair.

The originally cloudy swarm disappeared among the trees. Of course, there were also sporadic wild bees falling on the ground, flapping their remaining short wings that had not been burned, making a buzzing sound on the dead leaves, but there was no threat.

Twenty minutes later, Bingke took out the honeycomb, and a few wooden knives and utensils made from simple wooden boards to introduce honey into the metal lunch box that he had used for so many days.

In the metal container, the light golden liquid exudes a faint sweet smell. Binghu smelled it happily, pointed it with his fingers and put it in his mouth to taste it. A smile appeared on his face.

In the evening, Binghu, who was in a happy mood, walked down the dirt road in the mountains with his backpack. While walking, he held the light cone in his palm.

The beam-shaped field extends to one kilometer above, and Binghe uses the field perspective to take a bird's eye view of the land. In this large map perspective: the mountains divide the regional climate, and the areas of Oakley and Shannan are obviously two climate zones, one is a temperate marine climate relying on ocean currents, and the other is a subtropical Mediterranean climate. The types of trees on both sides of the mountain range are completely different.

Another intuitive manifestation of the difference in climate belts is the local people's clothing. People in the southern mountains are like those in ancient Roman times in Europe, with soldiers showing their muscles and nobles wearing toga robes. The Oakley side is wrapped tightly like those in Middle-Europeans in the Middle Ages.

From the perspective of the field, I realized that I had returned to the core of the world of human society and began to plan what preparations to do in this new place.

[October 8, 1026, the Principality of West and the Kingdom of Roland, at the beginning of the junction, the spice town.]

The lord of this town is from the Kingdom of Roland, but the territory belongs to the Principal of West. The taxes paid every year are 2,000 silver coins, and the property is very poor.

This day in the town is the same as before. On the yellow-nick streets, cattle and sheep are walking on the dirt road with humans. The manure picker carries a basket and brings the things left by the beasts on the street into the basket, providing some fertilizer for rural agricultural planting. In more than ten days, the farming will be busy, and everyone will start preparing for the busy life of a year.

On this day, a strange carriage came to this street, which aroused the curiosity of the residents of the town. There were only 6,000 people in the town, and everyone was acquaintance.

Even the merchants who came outside were visited several times a year and were familiar with the town. The rough name in the town guessed who was in the strange carriage and what identity they were. They were the only fun people had in the boring life in this monotonous town.

"Young Master, we're here." The carriageman said to the car. A confused voice came from the car: "Have you arrived? Oh, wait a while, I'll get my luggage."

A pretty boy who looked thin walked off the carriage. He had a red fox fur hat on his head and was wearing light cotton textile clothes. His face and body shape were as painted. This boy was naturally Binghu, and the groom who drove the car hired him from the roadside for three silver coins.

Of course, this groom is going to fire him tomorrow. The reason is that this guy's hands are not clean during this journey. He has held a lot of things in the past few days. If Binghe had not used his backpack as a pillow, this groom would have even dug out the guns in Binghe's luggage.

After getting off the carriage, Binghe welcomed the gazes of every corner of the street. When he first encountered the gazes of people here, Binghe felt something strange, so he pressed his hat, pressed his hair under the hat, and looked down at the same time to check what was wrong with his clothes.

But Binghe found that the situation had not changed. Then he thought, wasn’t this the class when new classmates came to the class when they were in elementary school. Did everyone in the class project? After figuring out the joints, Binghe took a deep breath, raised his head and looked towards the town.

As an uninvited guest in the town, Binghe walked into the hotel where he stayed with his chest.

When Binghe walked into the hotel with his main luggage, the hotel owner was very enthusiastic. The price of the house was forty copper coins a day, and the price was fair, and he did not bully foreigners. Of course, this hotel is also a standard country hotel, and the conditions are barely strong. The stairs are made of wood. In some years, you can even see dry small mushrooms in the gaps between the wooden boards, and your feet creaking. The single room upstairs has only one bed and a table, and the lamp oil on the table will be supplied with additional money. When you scan the hotel on the field, Binghe even saw six mice grinding their teeth in the crack on the second floor.

Of course, these are not a problem. Compared to sleeping in the mountains and forests, the environment in the hotel is much better. After settling down, Binghe washed up, he lay on the bed and started sleeping.
Chapter completed!