Two small battles that took place in the Wasteland and Tiefeng County on the same day ended on the same day.

In the Great Wilderness, the black-clad light horse carriage transported cattle and sheep, horses and small cars loaded with trophy, embarked on the return journey.

At Zhaozi Port, Anmin notices were posted all over the streets and alleys. The Tiefeng County Infantry Regiment was orderly cleaning the battlefield, burying the dead, identifying prisoners, and seizing supplies. The residents of the town walked out of their homes in a hesitant and uneasy manner, and curiously looked at the "rebels and rebels" singing triumphant songs.

Although they were separated by two places, the two troops were filled with the same laughter and joy.

However, Winters failed to enjoy the victory with his subordinates. After handing over the cavalry to Major Seber, Winters returned to Gervodan day and night.

There were two important guests waiting for him.

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"Even if that old guy Adams is unpopular, he is also the recognized commander of the Xinkendi Legion. If the Union Provincial Department did not support him, how could Grove Magnus dare to attack him?"

When talking about the Fengshi City Incident, Colonel Bode was still angry. He punched the table, and his empty sleeves were swinging back and forth.

"The hypocritical Unionist! The despicable Unionist! The greedy Unionist! The words are talking about union and unity, but the iron chew in their hands! The ambitious jackals dream of turning Paratu into the next Vine, Monta!" The colonel cut Winters into a look and asked in a suffocation: "You don't know yet? Grove Magnus - or the Unionist behind the venomous snake - has long been secretly involved in Paratu's secretly! Even in Xinken Land, in Ironfeng County, in the northwest of the shovel port where we are now sitting, there are spies they support!"

After saying too much in one breath, Colonel Bode coughed violently.

He waved his hand, preventing his followers from serving, supporting the edge of the table with one hand, and after his breathing returned to a steady stream, he looked up at Winters: "They have been planning for a long time, and the blood of Maple Stone City is just the beginning. If the entire territory of Xinken Land falls, your little utopia will not survive."

Colonel Bode sighed and said, "Baishan County can send troops to help you pull out the nails in the shovel port."

"The friendly troops of Baishan County are willing to help, thank you very much." Winters poured Colonel Bode a cup of warm water: "However, the bandits in the Shaved Port surrendered yesterday."

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"Although the Terdun tribes suffered heavy losses from the plunder last winter, they were far from reaching the point where the ice was disintegrated and completely destroyed. At least those plunders who did not participate in the plunder in winter still retain a considerable degree of strength."

Major Mel - the messenger representing the Kings Castle and Maple Stone - slowly stated the situation.

There were four people present: Major Mel and Major Newitz, the messenger of the Kings Castle; Captain Winters Montane, the "garrison officer" of Iron Peak County, and Captain Montane's "personal priest".

Although the major did not understand why the other party insisted on letting a priest participate in the negotiations, he didn't care.

His body leaned slightly backward and half leaned against the back of the chair. Although the corners of his mouth maintained a polite smile, his body language conveyed a sense of arrogance that kept people from thousands of miles away:

"Reliable information shows that a barbarian warlord named Chi Lian is rising in the Great Wilderness. The barbarian warlord openly pursuing the banner of revenge for the barbarian chiefs to gather the divided Telden tribes. If nothing unexpected happens, there will be a big robbery this fall - a big robbery against Tiefeng County."

Major Mel asked in a pity tone: "Can Iron Peak County survive again by then?"

Waiting for a moment, he said, "You need our help."

"It's time to care." Winters replied calmly: "But the body of the barbarian warlord 'Chilian' you mentioned is now outside the city - as for the head, I threw it on the wasteland."

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"Captain Montane." Major Mel sat on his knees, showing a little respect: "You need to understand that whether it is the Alpad rebels in Jiangbei or the new rebels who are ready to move, they will surely perish. It is not because the Grand Parliament of the Kings is the only legal government in this country, but because the Grand Parliament has the largest population, the largest land and the richest city in the Republic - these are the reasons why she will win."

"The war will eventually end, the key is..." The major paused and looked at Winters: "Become a winner, not a loser."

Major Mel's tongue is brilliant and the lotus is tempted by:

"At present, the Republic is in the process of employing people. She urgently needs an officer like you who has received a complete college education, rich experience and outstanding military achievements. Alpad's rebellion destroyed the Republic's original military system, but it also means that a large number of positions that were originally controlled by the "Blue Blood Sect" were empty. What a dreamy scene for capable officers?"

"War is the best ladder to advance, and the road ahead is another road. If you still want to return to the Republic, then now is the best opportunity - we will never give you better conditions than you are now."

"Think about your subordinates and think about their future. Don't you want to clear away their traitor status and return them to the orthodox republic system? Do you want them to end up being sent to the gallows for treason?"

"Think about your family, they are still waiting for you in Veneta. If you want to return to Veneta, the Republic can also provide you with a bonus that you cannot imagine, send you out as a school official gift, and guarantee that your subordinates will not be held accountable for their crimes afterwards."

"If you want to stay in Paratu, the Republic will never have any prejudice against you because of your origin and origin - judging people's pros and cons by their origin and bloodline is exactly the tradition that Blue Rose is most passionate about."

"To be honest, I used to be full of anger at the Republic, but I finally understood that violence and rebellion can only lead to bitter fruit and have no meaning. Only by becoming a part of the Republic can we truly change her from the inside out."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting contents later! After offering all the generous price numbers, Major Mel picked up the porcelain cup and gently stroked the edge of the cup: "Think carefully before making a decision, Captain Montagne."

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"What?!" Colonel Bode stared: "Do you want to stand aside with the venomous snakes, wolves, treacherous and shameless slaves of the United Provinces?"

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"So?" Winters, sitting in the armchair, was almost half lying, and was very unruly holding his boots to the table: "Who are they lying?"

"I don't know." Kaman rolled his eyes.

Winters asked with interest: "Do you have a magical art that can see through lies? Or is it necessary prerequisites for the use of magical art."

Kaman sneered, he was already proficient in the way of dealing with it: "None of them lie, do you believe it or not."

"I believe." Winters stretched tiredly, looked around, and said with emotion: "I almost forgot what this chair feels like."

The room where the two were located was no other place, but the original "garrison office" of the Revodan station, which is theoretically Winters' office.

Unfortunately, Winters probably has not had much time to use the toilet.

However, the office maintained his last appearance when he left: a ruler and two charcoal pens were thrown on the desk, and the armchair was casually placed into the space under the desk; half of the curtains were placed down and half were pulled up, and the small chess pieces with colored painted on the windowsill had been hung for no reason.

Although the office has not been used for a long time, the interior furnishings are still spotless, and it is obvious that someone cleans them regularly.

Kaman walked to the windowsill of the office and picked up a chess piece to check it out - the thumb-sized wood was carved into the shape of a horse's head. Although it was not exquisite, it was very vivid.

"By the way." Kaman tried to pretend to be casual and said very stiffly: "Mr. Saul has been taken away."

"Checked?" Winters was a little surprised: "Is the Alliance's magical battle situation so fast?"

But Winters immediately reacted, he took his boots off the table, sat upright, and asked, "Isn't it a magical battle?"

Kaman turned the Adam's apple for a moment, and he picked up another castle chess piece and focused on appreciating the knife skills.

"Who picked it up?"

Kaman didn't speak.

Winters thought for a while and tried to ask: "Holy See?"

Kaman still didn't speak.

"Religious Court?" Winters began to try one by one: "St. Michael's Monastery? The Reform Commission..."

"Don't interfere anymore, this matter ends here." Kaman cleared his throat and asked earnestly: "I would be very grateful if you could pretend that you had never seen the monk Saul."

"What's the use of pretending that I had never seen the monk Saul?" Winters laughed in anger: "What should I do with Father Edmund of the Cathedral of Revodanthan? He also knew that Saul existed, and that he was going to burn Saul to death, not me. Why, you have solved him too?"

Kaman stared at the chess piece and said nothing.

As he smiled, Winters suddenly stopped laughing, and he asked in disbelief: "Have you solved him?"

"I don't know anything." Kaman hummed in a low voice with little confidence: "I was in Monta with you."

"Brother Kaman!" Winters slapped the table and warned seriously: "You have made honest oaths! You are a priest, and you cannot lie."

"I have never made an honest oath." Kaman threw the chess piece on the windowsill in anger: "Do you believe it?"

"You don't understand that if the Reform Cult exists, we can cooperate completely." Winters walked towards Kaman and said anxiously: "I fully support the Reform Cult. If the world is the work of God, then isn't the best way to get close to God? I..."

Halfway through the words, the voice came to an abrupt end - Winters suddenly fell into silence.

Only the two people could hear their breathing in the office. Carman looked at Winters in confusion, but Wintersby made a "silence" gesture.

Winters closed his eyes and listened with his ears.

About five seconds later, he suddenly widened his eyes, his eyes full of horror: "It's over!"

"What's wrong?" Kaman was even more curious.

Winters ran towards the windowsill and explained quickly: "It's Senior Mason! I heard Senior Mason's footsteps!"

Kaman laughed in silence: “When did you learn to distinguish people by listening to sounds?”

"Others can't do it." Winters rudely swept the chess piece off the windowsill: "But Senior Mason can do it."

He opened the window, stretched out his head and glanced at it, and said to Kaman in despair: "No, there are stone slabs underneath! And... I'm afraid of height."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Kaman looked at Winters, who was running around in the room like a frightened kitten, and felt more and more confused: "It's Senior Mason who is here, not the ruling officer-not the killer, what are you afraid of?"

"What is the 'judgment officer'?" Although he was in a state of extreme tension, Winters still keenly noticed Carman's slip of the tongue, but at this time he could no longer care about the details: "Killer? I would rather be the killer! At least I can resist!"

He first tried to hide under the table, but the space under the table was too small. So he turned to the filing cabinet, but the space in the filing cabinet was smaller.

Behind the curtain?

No, the boots will be exposed.

Hang outside the windowsill?

Even more impossible, it is so kind that the dignified civilian official hangs outside the windowsill like a captured lover!

The preferred simple furnishing style hurts Winters - the office with only one table and one filing cabinet has nowhere to hide.

Winters gritted his teeth and tiptoed to the door, his movements as light as possible... locked the door.

There was also a small latch on the office door, and Winters also put it down.

The footsteps from the corridor became clearer and closer, and even Kaman could hear the sound of military boots.

Winters raised his finger and gave a gesture of "Don't talk, please."

Kaman rolled his eyes, closed his eyes, held his breath, and entered a quiet state of meditation.
To be continued...