Chapter 217 Missy
Annick took out the remaining letter and looked at it. There was only a 2 French stamp stamped on it. He looked carefully at the address and found that it was from the City Defense Army Headquarters. There was no name on the sender line.
"Isn't this bastard Emma moving bricks for herself upstairs?"
I can't think of anyone in the city who wants to be in the army writing here. If Emma and her father wanted to beat her up, he would probably come in a carriage and block the door.
Annick didn't think any more and opened the envelope and saw a letter written in rough handwriting and a ten pound note.
"You're actually rich?"
He took out the banknotes and read the contents of the letter carefully.
Dear Mr. Annick:
I am Shalmali, and I have summarized your fortress defense tactics. A publishing house is willing to publish our joint book, which is the name we had thought of before, "The Theory of Fort Defense in the Annick-Charl War".
Please allow me to borrow your thoughts and let my name stay on this book. I believe that your thoughts will definitely change the appearance of war. The ten pounds in cash in the envelope is my advance payment to you, because I am about to
He was transferred to the Sheltered Islands and served as a local garrison instructor.
Please don't feel sorry for me, even if the old guard doesn't understand the advancement of your tactics, I believe that history will eventually prove that your ideas are right.
Although
You can no longer be a general, but being able to leave your name in the history books is far greater than becoming a general. After all, people have to create something in this world, otherwise their life will be in vain.
Sharmali
The Black Iron Age is November 1, 1886.
"Tsk, he's a tough guy again. If there's hope, I'd better help him." After reading the letter, Annick immediately thought of this. Why was his little crush being pushed out to eat sea fish in the colony? If he wasn't dissatisfied at all, then
It's not normal anymore.
"However, he said that he probably didn't print this book with his own money, and he even pretended to have royalties."
Looking at the ten pound note in his hand, Annick couldn't help but smile.
"What's wrong? I still have a bitter look after receiving the money."
Commons saw Annick's mood and asked.
"Nothing. By the way, Mr. Commons, what is the salary of the instructors stationed in the Shelter Islands? Does it have a future compared with the city defense army?"
"You want to be an instructor? There is no future as a soldier in the colony. If our Bruguet army is divided into several grades, the first grade must be the navy. Not only does it have a larger budget, but the navy only looks at strength and not qualifications. The second grade
It’s the Kingdom’s Army field force, and they have to be sent out every day to deal with the opposition in the puppet state of the Southern Continent.”
Even in a different world, island countries must pay attention to their navy. Annick continued: "Then the city defense army is a third-class person, and the colonial garrison is a fourth-class person?"
Commons calmly lit a cigarette for himself, took a sip slowly and said, "You are half right. The city defense army is indeed just a third-class person. The colonial garrison is not a human being. Those who vacuum up the interior of the army are just a group of people."
A bipedal chimpanzee.”
This is not the treatment of a certain country's Marine Corps. No wonder Charles' letter indicates that the future of the team is in despair.
"Okay, I'll go up and answer two letters."
Annick had to say that Commons basically didn't write letters, so the chances of getting stamps for free were slim, so he had to pay for them honestly.
"Why are you here? The fishing time is over?" Emma was surprised to see Annick sneak back into the office before it was time to get off work.
"How about two letters back and forth, how about my paperwork."
"It's not bad. It's better than me repairing the broom pipe warehouse in the Special Operations Office."
Annick couldn't help laughing when he heard this. With your epaulette with three V's hanging on it, your job is worthless than that of a tea-server.
"You must want to laugh. If you want to laugh, just laugh. Why hold it in?" Emma mocked ruthlessly.
"No, I really didn't want to laugh. By the way, give me a few more minutes of my desk."
After taking back his desk and writing a reply full of chicken soup to Charles, Annick took out the stamps, glued them with paste and prepared to send them back.
"There are actually two letters. Aren't you afraid that you might get upset if you meet two ladies at once?"
"What are you thinking? I am writing words of encouragement to two fans. I can't just do nothing as an idol." Annick defended.
"Idol? I don't see anything in you that is worthy of others' admiration." Emma continued to mock mercilessly.
"Go, go, go, I won't be the same as you. Do you know what the Selis Empire in the East said, okay?"
"Huh? What?" Emma asked, tilting her head.
"The longer your hair is, the shorter your knowledge is. Your hair is too long and you cannot recognize my unique wisdom."
After saying this, Annick grabbed the letter and ran out.
"Asshole, how dare you secretly tease me? Just wait for me."
After a lot of fighting, it was time for Annick to take charge of patrol again.
"I'll drive here. Miss Emma, you and Mr. Annick can just sit in the carriage." Little Bell suggested.
"Okay, I will drive this afternoon."
"What about me?" Emma asked, pointing to herself.
"Can you drive? Aren't you always brought by your driver when you go out?"
"Then if you don't give me a chance, how can I practice driving?"
It sounds very reasonable and irrefutable, but Annick doesn't know why she needs to practice driving.
Annick opened the car and pointed to the ground and said: "Okay, now you sit on the wooden board in front of the driver's seat, and I will enjoy the warm car alone."
"No, it's too cold in the morning. I want to drive with you in the afternoon. After half a day in the sun, the temperature will be higher."
"You really know how to enjoy it."
"That's natural. I'm not stupid."
The daily patrol was fine, until at the pier on the patrol road, Emma suddenly had a sudden idea and shook Annick hard, who was dozing off in the car seat.
"Be gentle, Miss, I'm about to fall apart."
"Tell me, is there someone causing trouble there?" Emma pointed in the direction of the black market on the pier.
"Why would someone cause trouble there? We have reached a tacit agreement with the underground world. If they don't cause trouble, we won't cause trouble. Everyone here knows that except for our police station, the black market there is the least allowed to commit violent crimes.
"
Annick is right. Only a stable and safe environment is the prerequisite for doing business. After being repeatedly attacked, gangs have learned to do all gray businesses. As for their tax evasion, Old Bell said before, that is the customs
and the tax department.
"How do you know that you were attacked by a werewolf at this dock?"
Annick didn't know how to respond to Emma's words. He had indeed been attacked by a giant wolf here, and he had also awakened his power.
"Please, Miss, if you have any questions, you can go and have a look. Just ask the bald accountant at the door. Otherwise, you will scare others when you go in wearing a black police uniform."
“Why can’t black police uniforms work?”
Chapter completed!