John Jeska said, "I won't go", but he really doesn't want to go.

Winters Montagne said, "It's okay not to go", but it's really impossible not to go.

Ignoring the objection of his former boss, Winters hired a carriage in the town and took Lieutenant Colonel Jeska away from the Beacon Castle that night.

In addition to the private property that the lieutenant colonel could carry away with a wooden box, Winters also cared for the farmers and couples who had always taken care of the lieutenant colonel's daily life.

When he was invited into the carriage, Lieutenant Colonel Jeska was no longer in a state of furiousness. He calmly asked his former subordinates: "As a 'free man', do I still have the right to make decisions for myself?"

[Note: The free people here refer to minority citizens who have the right to vote and be elected within the alliance society]

"According to the current universal moral ethics, suicide is a felony, and assisting suicide is also an accomplice." Winters grabbed a shield casually: "Father Kaman said."

Lieutenant Colonel Jeska snorted coldly, and the spicy tone of the past came back: "Captain, your moral standards are very flexible."

"Please sit down and hold it firmly." Winters, outside the carriage, politely closed the door and turned to look at Lieutenant Colonel Elek: "Let's go now?"

Lieutenant Colonel Elek sighed leisurely: "When we were still studying in the United Provinces, John Jeska was famous for his difficulties... It's also a blessing that you can communicate with him normally."

Winters slapped the wheel twice and couldn't help but smile: "This doesn't sound like a compliment."

Dusak, who was chasing the car, understood and blew out a "swish" whistle, and gently pulled the reins on his hand, and the carriage set out first under the escort of five riders.

"I'm so anxious to leave?" Lieutenant Colonel Elek smiled and said, "I'm afraid I'll stop you."

Winters asked back: "What about your opinion?"

"Hmph, what do I have to say?" Lieutenant Colonel Elek untied the reins and stepped on his horse: "Anyway, he is not ours anymore, opinions? You should go and ask what opinions do you have!"

The lieutenant colonel's meaning is not difficult to understand. Winters cooperated and laughed a few times, and stepped onto the mount.

Just as the two were about to set off, Lieutenant Colonel Elek looked back at the desolate beacon castle and said sadly: "If you stay in this place, the blind man will be able to live this winter and next winter... Thank you."

"Let's go." Winters lightly stabbed the horse's ribs, and the two riders disappeared into the night, one in front and one behind.

...

The episode of Beacon Fort did not delay the "caravan" trip. After Winters reunited with the caravan, he led the caravan to continue westward.

When passing through various towns, this supports caravans with military government passes to always purchase some local specialties or backlogs, and sell the goods carried by the convoy as much as possible.

That style seemed to be a real caravan, not a group of deserters who borrowed the identity of the caravan to protect him.

After a while, this abnormal behavior once again aroused the suspicion of Lieutenant Colonel Elek.

Another busy scene of unloading and loading, Lieutenant Colonel Elek walked closer to his brows and frowned. Winters, who was writing and drawing, asked lightly: "Are you in a hurry to go home?"

Winters raised his head, his eyebrows unconsciously retaining three wrinkles, and even a polite smile was difficult to squeeze out.

He buckled the hard-crust book heavily and said a little impatiently: "I know what you are asking, but I don't have that kind of idea, you can trust me."

"Then this is..." Lieutenant Colonel Elek pointed behind him: "What are you doing?"

Behind Lieutenant Colonel Elek is the warehouse of the storehouse, with hundreds of fleet personnel and local business employees sweating profusely unloading and loading the truck.

"As you can see." Winters replied with thoughts as he tried to rub the graphite off his hand: "Do business."

"Doing business?" Lieutenant Colonel Elek obviously did not accept this suspicious statement.

"Yes, do business." Winters breathed a long sigh of pain, spread out his hard-crust book and handed it to Lieutenant Colonel Elek: "I have no money."

...

Unplanned spending methods doom Winters Montagne to cyclical bankruptcy.

This was not very obvious during the military academy because the students were basically in a periodic state of bankruptcy. After walking out of the ivory tower, the consequences began to appear. Winters took over the financial power several times, but in the end they inevitably went to the end of spending all and using them.

After all, Cosci and Antonio did not specifically teach Winters how to manage their finances.

According to the life path that Little Montane has planned in advance, instead of learning how to make money, it is better to find a way to marry a wife who is good at making money... or a widow.

The same is true this time. Using caravans as identity cover is a good strategy, and the problem lies in the money.

Winters originally only came to rescue a few old subordinates, but the team finally expanded to more than 200 people, which was much higher than expected, and the expenses also skyrocketed.

Purchase vehicles, purchase goods, eat and chew everything, and you need money.

Winters Montagne is another guy who spends little money. The half-sad bag of gold coins he brought was spent cleanly like flowing water, and all the promissory notes given by Anna were exchanged.

In Jiangbei Province, where he was unfamiliar with his life, he didn't even have a way to mortgage and borrow money, and he couldn't move forward without money.

"This is the situation." Winters asked a little hesitantly: "Why don't you... borrow some... turnover..."

Lieutenant Colonel Elek laughed in anger: "You want someone, we give it; you want a pass, we give it too; why? You have to pay you the travel expenses for your return home?"

"It's borrowing."

"No! Impossible!" Lieutenant Colonel Elek waved his hand.

"Then there is nothing to do." Winters shrugged: "You can only sell some of the goods along the way and raise travel expenses like you are now."

He carefully calculated the accounts for Lieutenant Colonel Elek: "Due to war and bandits, there are different degrees of backlog and shortage in Jiangbei Province. Local goods cannot be transported out, and foreign goods cannot be transported in. Therefore, for our... this kind of caravan that travels unhinderedly, there is a delicate profit space..."

Lieutenant Colonel Elek was born in the artillery department, not the business department. After hearing about the business, he was dizzy and upset.

"Okay, I understand." Seeing that the topic became more and more distorted, Lieutenant Colonel Elek stopped the conversation directly: "I only warn you one point. The sooner you leave Jiangbei, the safer you will be; the longer you delay, the more unexpected situations are likely to occur."

After saying that, Lieutenant Colonel Elek turned around and was about to leave.

However, Winters grabbed Elek's wrist: "Stay! Lieutenant Colonel, I have another proposal!"

"What?" Lieutenant Colonel Elek replied angrily.

"If you are willing to provide some...salary, I can help you to help you get all the bandits along the road..." Winters paused for a moment, and there was no need to repeat the meaning of the pause: "No gold and silver are needed, just offset the physical items. Flour and horse materials are fine."

Lieutenant Colonel Elek laughed dryly: "The military government does not need the help of "friendly troops"."

The term "friendly" was bitten very seriously by Lieutenant Colonel Elek, and after he said that, he left without looking back.

Winters shook his head without surprise, opened the account book, and continued to calculate the accounts that he would never be able to calculate.

Confirmation that the conversation between the army representative and Captain Montane was over, Gerald and Sergei walked over carefully.

Gerald wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to call him. Instead, Old Sergey didn't mind and greeted him happily: "Your Excellency!"

Winters saw that Mr. Mitchell had something to do and said with a smile: "It sounds so awkward, so call me like I used to."

"Where can you do it?" Old Sergey shook his head vigorously.

Gerald Mitchell hesitated for a while and still used the conservative title: "Captain."

After the joy of reunion faded away, Gillard discovered that many things had changed.

Gillard Mitchell is undoubtedly a warrior and even death cannot scare him.

However, in a rapidly changing social environment, he was as helpless and fearful as a reed swaying in the wind.

Not long ago, Gillard was the mayor of the Xinkendi Legion, loyal Dusak, a qualified husband and father.

At this moment, he was with the "rebels", and the so-called rebels were his beloved relatives and friends.

He couldn't even figure out whether he had become a member of the "rebels".

Old Sergei would not be upset about this, because he adhered to Dusak's simple idea of ​​enjoying timely and never thought about it.

Gillard Mitchell is the opposite. He can get everything he has in the past because he thinks more than his companions.

But the more I thought about it, the more uneasy Gillard became. Winters fully understood and was tolerant enough.

However, how to adapt to the current reality... or "handle", Mitchell still needs to figure it out smoothly after all.

Winters did not look at the name issue in detail, but asked directly: "Has Pierre's fever subsided?"

"Retreat." Gillard nodded gratefully: "He is now asleep after taking the special decoction you gave."

"Actually, it is a sleep aid, some analgesic effects, not a special decoction... But according to Pierre's current situation, sleeping more should be beneficial to recovery." Winters explained a few briefly and asked again: "When will we set off?"

Gillard put away his smile and replied seriously: "At most two quarters of an hour, as long as the car is loaded, you can leave immediately."

Winters casually stuffed the annoying account book back into his car: "Release the scout now, and set off as soon as possible after loading the car."

Gillard and the old Sergey subconsciously saluted and replied yes.

After coming back to his senses, remembering the original purpose of coming over to talk, Old Sergei whispered: "Your Excellency, the sun has passed, and you can't walk a few miles until dark. A few old guys urge me to ask you, tonight...or would you just rest here? I have lived in the wild for several days, and everyone couldn't stand it."

"I can't stand it anymore?"

Old Sergei patted his belly: "You're old... But as long as you give orders, I'm sure I'm not going to be able to do anything."

Winters thought for a moment and patiently explained to the two "old subordinates": "We have been delaying for too long, so we should try our best to chase time. It is really hard to continue camping... It is better to do this. Before leaving, buy as much fresh meat, chickens and ducks as possible, so that Berryon can improve the food for everyone."

Old Sergei's eyes lit up, he saluted happily, and turned around to leave.

Gillard had something else to worry about and asked with some concern: "Is there anything unsatisfactory about Lieutenant Colonel Elek having with us? He seemed to leave unhappy."

Hearing Gillard's question, Old Sergei also stopped and pricked his ears.

"It's not that you are dissatisfied with you... Don't worry, your affairs have been properly resolved, and the military government will not pursue you." Winters leaned against the carriage and said in a relaxed tone: "Lieutenant Colonel Elek is unhappy because I made a proposal to him."

“What…proposal?”

Winters laughed: "I hinted that if he was willing to provide us with some logistical support, we could help the military government clean up the bandits entrenched in the provincial highway."

"Oh." Old Sergey nodded vigorously as if he understood.
To be continued...