"I don't need to say much about the brothers who come back from the wasteland! The people of Wolf Town don't need to talk nonsense! Let me introduce you to the rest of you!"

Pierre stood on the rock and gave a passionate speech to the bandits, no longer seeing his decadent and lazy appearance just now:

"This is Captain Winters Montane! The champion of Paratu! The best centurion! The centurion of Montane is back! Our brothers don't have to be afraid of anything! The centurion of Montane is back! Qing..."

Pierre was able to speak vigorously, but Dickson's face became whiter and whiter.

From the moment when the centurion met Pierre, Guoquan wanted to escape.

But he couldn't escape, and he was invisibly watched firmly. Even if he went to pee, there were two Dusaks behind him.

After a short and not intense ideological struggle, the pot ring knelt down to the centurion with a pounce, begging: "Sir, I am the duty farmer. I will be a robber when I can't survive. Please spare me!"

Winters raised his eyebrows slightly: "Get up and talk."

But the knees of the pot ring are like nailed to the ground, and they want to kiss the corner of the centurion's clothes.

Pierre stopped in front of the pot ring and announced with a stern face: "The Centurion Montane is back, and you will have nothing to do with this group of people. Get out of here."

"I... can really leave?" Guoquan asked tentatively with mixed feelings.

"roll!"

This time it was a dilemma. Staying alone would mean death, and leaving could mean death.

Pierre waved his hand and told the other bandits: "If you don't want to stay, you can leave!"

After hesitating for a while, Guoquan gritted his teeth and decided to take a gamble: "Thank you for your kindness, I still don't want to be a robber!"

The pot ring concluded that staying would mean death. And he was used to being free and didn't want to listen to any centurion.

The chaos in Xinkendi land can easily bring up another group of people as long as it can be gone.

Seeing that Guoquan was about to leave, there were still a few people who were about to leave, all of them were old brothers from Guoquan.

"Get out." Pierre raised his chin.

The pot ring was grateful for it, and took a few steps backwards and turned around to run.

However, as soon as he turned around, Pierre's saber slashed down.

The sharp steel blade circled an arc, cut off the left shoulder, and stopped slightly at the position of the bone. Finally, a terrible section was left, and blood gushed out from the section one by one.

Pierre shook the saber, wiped the blood, and put the knife into the sheath.

The other veterans also took action and killed the habitual bandits who wanted to leave.

Winters was a little surprised, but he didn't say anything.

He gathered twenty-two "bandits" together, and his thirteen soldiers were present.

Looking at everyone's dark faces, Winters began his first speech.

"According to the laws of the new land," his tone was stable, but his voice clearly came to everyone's ears: "Gathering people blocked the road and robbed them, the first committed a cyclical punishment, and the accomplice hanged."

Everyone's expressions were even more dim, who didn't know about this?

In Xinken Land, being a bandit is a dead end. If you don’t have a desperate situation, no one will come to join the bandit gang.

Winters spoke again: "But my Wolf Town garrison appointment is still in effect, so from this moment on I will recruit you all as members of the Wolf Town militia in Xinkendi.

You must obey my authority and be bound by military law from now on. You are not only no longer bandits, but also no longer farmers. It is your responsibility to wipe out bandits now."

People born in Wolf Town have red eyes. They are like rootless duckweeds floating in the wind, living in fear of the future every day.

The appearance of the Montagne garrison appears like a wooden board in front of the drowning person. He is the afterimage of the world that once made people recall the good times in the past.

But the farmers in other places only had numbness and indifference in their expressions, and they did not know Winters Montagne.

For them, what is the difference between the pot circle, the town official, the centurion?

Winters' eyes looked at each one in turn: "I promise you. One day, you can put down your weapons, lift the plow again, return to the golden wheat field, and return to your mother, wife, and children. This is how I promise you, please remember it."

His voice was calm, but there was a strange power, as if he could really fulfill his promise.

No matter how numb the farmer is, his heart is slightly touched like a needle prick.

The fishy smell of soil, the golden wheat fields...

It is so close and out of reach, it seems to be a very distant memory.

...

Winters reunites with his warriors, and they have endless things to say to each other.

The little ponytail Angru hugged Winters' arm, cried and laughed, but refused to let go.

Pierre came to Winters with a young man and said happily: "Look, who did I bring to you!"

Winters couldn't help laughing just after seeing it.

The young man in front of him and the blacksmith Berryon were simply carved from the same mold, and no one would admit his mistake.

It’s just that Berryon is taciturn, honest and cautious, and the young man in front of him has a naughty and agility unique to young people.

Winters asked the young man: "Your father is Alexander Sawyer, right?"

The young man was startled and looked at Pierre at a loss.

"Don't tease him." Pierre patted the young man on the shoulder: "I met Carlos in another group. When I saw him like this, I recognized who he was. So I took him by my side and took care of him."

"Do you know my brother too?" Carlos asked.

The soldiers around them all laughed.

"How could it be that I didn't know each other?" Winters smiled happily, and he turned to ask Pierre: "Where is Berryon?"

The laughter disappeared.

Pierre's expression became a little depressed: "Under Alpad, he is a blacksmith and is under strict supervision. And my father and many others are under Alpad. But I don't know where it is. Are you still alive? I don't know either."

"I have to find a way to get them back." Winters sighed.

Pierre cheered up and slapped his thighs and said, "Anyway, you're back, we have nothing to be afraid of!"

Others nodded.

Winters remembered something particularly important, and he asked Carlos seriously: "How are you... cooking?"

"No, no." Carlos waved his hand desperately: "I'm all made by my brother, I don't know."

"Oh." Winters asked with regret and regret, "Then can you make a fuck?"

"Yes, my skills have been far worse than my brother since I was a child."

"Pierre, let him be responsible for repairing the ordn't let him use his sword."

"yes!"

Hearing this, Carlos suddenly became anxious: "Why don't you let me use a sword? I also have two arms and two legs! It's no worse than others!"

Pierre slapped the boy in the back of the head: "Rare! The captain is taking care of you!"

Carlos did not recognize the new Centurion of Montane, but he respected Pierre and calmed down embarrassedly.

"When did I become a captain?" Winters was puzzled.

"Don't you know? Oh... you really don't know." Pierre said with a smile: "After death, he was awarded a posthumous ceremony. All the officers who fell were promoted to the next level, which Alpad did."

Since Winters Montane has been killed, there are naturally no restrictions.

When he received the [Knight Sword Cross], he could already be promoted to one level as usual.

Sacrifice your life for the country and be promoted to another level.

So the "First" Republic of Paratu openly awarded Winters the rank of captain - at that time, Blue Rose and Red Rose had not yet split.

But Winters is still alive, so there is a problem with his military rank.

But who cares? Winters doesn't care anyway.

"Tell me about you." Winters pulled Pierre and the others in a circle: "Tell me all."

Everyone said one thing, I said it in one word, talking about the hardships of fighting back from the unmanned land, the torture of stranding in Shuangqiao Camp, and the experience of escaping back to Wolf Town.

As for the ambushing officers and pursuers, Pierre did not hide it from Winters.

"This beast, Big Benting, wanted to kill him," Pierre said hatefully, "This beast's nose is very spiritual. When he smells something wrong, he runs to Revodan with his tail between his legs."

Winters didn't agree.

"Then we went around the bandits, and we were far from Wolf Town. We could occasionally go home to check it out and give some food to our house." The more Pierre said, the less he said: "Anyway, we just mix it up, and live one day is counted as one day."

Everyone was silent. They had sabers, but they didn't know where to cut.

Resisting the authority to rule this land? They don't have the courage yet—and that's asking for death.

"How can these bandits rely on to eat and drink? Robbing the traveler?" Winters asked patiently: "How much property can the traveler have?"

The others were still confused. Pierre had already understood Winters' meaning. He said helplessly: "Don't look at the pot ring like the pot ring. That guy is very terrifying and knows the tricks of the superiors. He only grabs the passengers and merchants on the road, and at most blackmails the farm. He will never encounter the head's recruitment team! He hides far away."

According to the laws of the Xinqing land, hunting and killing bandits is the responsibility of local towns.

There are bandits in Wolf Town, and Wolf Town is in charge; there are bandits in Rhodean, and Revodan is in charge.

The only situation in which the Xinkendi Legion would send a military police force, that is, the bandits robbed the legion.

As a senior robber, Guoquan never touches the recruitment team.

As long as he does not provoke the Xinkendi Legion, no one can do anything to him with the security forces in various places that are on the verge of collapse.

However, the evil ones have their own wicked ones, and the pot ring has now been buried.

Winters counted and found that only his thirteen "veterans" could rely on.

Among the other twenty-two people, the Wolf Town people may be able to trust, while the rest are all rushing to the top and dispersing.

Winters didn't want to command them at all, but if he dismissed them all, he would see them in another group of bandits tomorrow.

Winters thought to himself: "We have to find a way out for them."

"It's okay." He couldn't say anything discouraged, so he tried to say with confidence: "I have a way."
To be continued...