Chapter 1045: Military Station No. 27 (middle, ask for a monthly pass)
Chapter 1045: Military Station No. 27 (Part 2, please vote for me)
Laohe Force, the full name is Laohe Force for Maintaining World Peace.
Although this name sounds majestic and arrogant, in fact, this name is the same as the Secretary-General of the United Nations, who is known as the most powerful official in the world. It sounds good, but in fact it is worse than bullshit.
The army of the Laohe Force is made up of troops from various countries, and then they come to Almohad to steal money, stuff, and women...well, no. They come to Almohad to maintain world peace and regional stability.
This means that this army is destined to be a big, big, big... hodgepodge.
There are basically people from all countries, all ethnic groups, and all places.
There is a lot of good and bad in between.
Those soldiers and gangsters lived a life of licking blood from the edge of a knife, and naturally they were all people accustomed to lawlessness.
The senior officials of Laohe's army also knew this very well, and they all tried their best to restrain them and give these brats a thumbs up as much as possible.
By the way, this is also the reason why Lorraine put the Holy See Army in charge of suppressing bandits.
Although those bastards are not very effective in combat, their discipline is quite good compared to those field troops who are used to fighting on the battlefield and regard human life as nothing.
When suppressing bandits in the rear, the harassment to the common people was not too severe. Nor was it... well, basically it was rare for them to do anything that involved killing good people and taking credit for their merits.
Even with such a unit, when they first arrived at Hafsport, they fought fiercely with others in order to compete for the station.
From this we can see what the discipline of Laohe's troops is like.
Unfortunately, the affair between Queen Isabella and Grand Duke Julius, the commander of the Laohe Army... well, the ambiguous relationship between the two has been widely known to everyone - now the Grand Duke is infatuated with Her Majesty the Queen,
One urgent telegram a day is like a junior high school student falling in love.
Those soldiers and gangsters all knew clearly that they must not have too much fun in this place, otherwise the boss would definitely deal with him severely for the sake of his mistress.
In this world, there are so many guys who would not even be wanted by the country for the sake of their mistresses... well, for their girlfriends. Not to mention killing a few worthless subordinates.
Maybe in order to please the beauty, he learned the advanced experience of those great Eastern emperors in picking up girls, tied up those who committed crimes, and then cooked a suckling pig roasted on a beacon fire or something. At that time, there was no place to cry.
In addition, the gendarmerie troops under Lorraine's personal supervision were there to monitor them. Therefore, although the officers and soldiers of the Laohe army did not dare to commit major crimes such as burning, killing, and looting, they continued to commit petty crimes such as stealing, extortion, and the like.
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Lord Luo was also helpless in dealing with this situation. Every time he held a meeting, he only made criticisms, serious criticisms, key criticisms... and beat those brats.
After all, these bastards have no obligation to help him, but they actively responded to his call and traveled thousands of miles to help. It's not appropriate to just shout and kill for some trivial matter. It's not appropriate to deal with it harshly.
Therefore, as long as they don't make a big mistake and don't get caught red-handed, they can just turn a blind eye and get by.
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Santos just saw the officer's hesitant movements and immediately understood: His grandma is a jerk, this bastard wants a small amount of money~!
As a glorious and sacred clergyman, in order to promote social righteousness, purify social atmosphere, and guide young people to be optimistic and enterprising, except when I accept bribes, under normal circumstances, I am extremely shameless about this kind of bribery. More
Don't mention it, just put your hand under his nose.
If the archbishop's temper was different before, he would have slapped him in the face a long time ago. But now he has read several books of "The Pilgrimage of a Priest and Four Monsters", and he also knows that the unlucky one has gone through the eighty-one tribulations.
When the priest arrived at the Holy Land, he was extorted from a gold rice bowl.
Therefore, I am very open-minded about this situation. I will not go up and beat them up when someone blocks me like I did when I sent the telegram.
He glanced at the guard behind him, then curled his lips and said "chichi" twice.
The guard behind him had a stupid look on his face, looking at his boss winking and scratching his head in confusion.
Archbishop Santos sighed softly, then turned out his pocket and shook the empty pocket at the guard.
Along the way, he gave a lot of money to others.
When you meet your boss, you should give a little token to show your appreciation. When you meet your colleagues, you should have two drinks to build rapport. When you meet your subordinates, you should also throw two glasses of wine to build a closer relationship.
Under this situation, although Santos's praise rate is extremely high and the halo of honor on his head is getting more and more, the coins in his pocket are also inversely proportional, declining rapidly.
The guard suddenly realized this.
He slapped his forehead, then with a sad face, reached into his arms, groped a few times, and finally took out a beautiful brooch from the innermost pocket.
He reluctantly looked at it again and again. It was a solid gold brooch set with several diamonds. It had a unique shape. The craftsmanship alone was worth a lot of money.
"I originally planned to keep this as a love token for Xiaofang when I returned to the village." The guard took one last look and murmured in a low voice.
Archbishop Santos first smiled at the officers guarding the city, then turned his back and glared at the guards, saying: "How old are you? If you go back and get married, I will give you a house. And it will be within one ring."
The guard said in surprise: "Boss, do you mean what you say?"
"Of course," Archbishop Santos curled his lips and thought to himself: What are you talking about? I am worth millions now, but I can't afford a house as a gift?
"Go quickly~!" Archbishop Santos said through gritted teeth.
The guard took one last look, then gritted his teeth, walked up to the officer, smiled and secretly stuffed the brooch into the officer's hand, and said: "Brother, I picked up the little gadget on the battlefield and played with it."
The officer opened his palm and saw a bright golden light. When he saw the light of diamonds behind it, he patted the guard on the shoulder in surprise and said with a laugh: "We are all brothers, don't let this happen next time."
The guard grinned dryly, but the smile was uglier than crying, and he cursed in his heart: mb, what you say is beautiful, you are a bunch of bastards who are not like this, you are a bunch of unfamiliar local dogs.
Ever since the telegraph station started charging for sending telegrams and was severely rectified by Lorraine, the military regulations clearly stipulated that you are not allowed to use your position to solicit bribes for profit, and you will be severely punished if you are caught.
However, stuffing some trophies captured on the battlefield does not violate the regulations, so it has become an unspoken rule within the military.
And on this battlefield, it is really easy to find some beautiful trophies.
Even with a well-disciplined unit like the Fourth Army Corps, the officers and soldiers still have a lot of good things in their hands.
The one with the worst military discipline is the Almohad New Army.
Those little bastards were all sending things in packages to the back, and they were eager to remove the beautiful window panes and take them home.
Everyone looked down upon them.
After decades or hundreds of years of peaceful life, the aristocratic forces under Hadou were far away from the center. The mountains were high and the emperor was far away, so the suppression force they received was naturally very weak.
What's more, the Almohad South was not as affected by the war as the North was before, and the Almohad South was richer than the North.
At this time, war was raging and beacon smoke was everywhere.
What they have worked so hard to exploit from the common people is making it easier for others.
The officers and soldiers of Laohe's army did not need to rob them at all. As soon as they arrived and settled down, the local nobles would naturally bring valuable gold and silver products to them for their own safety, crying and shouting, asking them to give them face.
Receive the reward with a smile.
The officer calmly put the gold brooch into his pocket, closed the ID, and handed it back to Archbishop Santos. Then he laughed and said affectionately: "So you are the famous Fourth Legion. You should have told us earlier. Let's
But they are all our own people.”
"One of our own..." Archbishop Santos muttered in his heart, "***, your grandson and the brooch are one of our own~! Don't get into my hands from now on~!"
Although he was cruel in his heart, on the outside he was smiling and laughing.
The officer didn't notice. He stretched out his hand with great enthusiasm and said, "Come on, I'll take you in. A batch of good goods was just shipped yesterday, including more than a thousand sets of weapons manufactured by the Flying Eagle Group. I haven't mentioned that I will take care of you first."
Okay, look, buddy, I’m a good enough friend.”
There are too many troops, and they need a lot of materials. Naturally, the sources of supplies are also very wide. Among them, the best quality is made by the Flying Eagle Collective, followed by the official products of the Ruman Empire, and the third one is purchased by the Holy See from all over the world.
Of course, everyone likes good goods, but most of the goods produced by the Flying Eagle Group are divided up before they are distributed. Not many of them can reach regional warehouses, and they are all hot-selling goods.
Archbishop Santos's eyes lit up, and he laughed happily and said: "That's enough, that's enough of a friend. Let's have a good drink after our colleagues finish their work."
"Okay, I know there is a good restaurant in the city." The officer pulled Archbishop Santos and walked into the No. 27 Military Station together.
As the two of them walked, the officer enthusiastically introduced the situation and made a guarantee: in this military station, as long as he gave his name as Heinessen, no matter who he was, he would be honored.
After hearing this, Santos couldn't help but frown: What did this officer do before? How come he speaks slang fluently?
However, along the way, Archbishop Santos found that this small town had not suffered much damage, and the streets and houses were intact.
The narrow streets in the small town were extremely busy at this time, with vendors selling goods at small stalls on both sides.
Although it was still early for dinner, the pubs and restaurants on the street were already full of people, making it very noisy and lively.
But at a glance, most of the guests inside were soldiers in military uniforms.
As a back-to-front supply point, the military station is full of soldiers.
During the short stay, the soldiers who had been fighting in the wilderness for more than a month couldn't wait to squeeze into the city to spend money.
The soldiers' pockets were filled with jingling gold coins.
The smart residents of the small town saw business opportunities and started a business with the peacekeeping troops. Although southerners did not like the peacekeeping troops, no one had trouble with money.
And no matter who is the boss, even if they beat them to a bloody head, since everyone is still alive, they have to eat and make money to support their families. We can’t say that everyone is not going to eat since Laohe’s troops are here today.
, you can live.
Therefore, the business of this military depot is also extremely booming.
Quartermaster Heinessen led Archbishop Santos all the way to a temporarily converted large warehouse.
At this time, several soldiers wearing Almohad New Army uniforms strolled over.
When they saw Archbishop Santos, who was wearing the uniform of the legion commander, they stopped in unison, raised their hands and saluted with a 'pop' sound.
That movement is extremely clean and beautiful, which is very pleasing to the eye.
Archbishop Santos was stunned for a moment, and then raised his hand to return the salute.
Several new soldiers walked back with relaxed expressions.
Archbishop Santos turned back hesitantly, glanced at their backs, and muttered in a low voice: "When did these bastards become so polite?"
"Sir, what did you say?" Heinisen asked curiously.
Archbishop Santos waved his hand, laughed dryly, and said: "It's okay, those bastards from the New Army usually stay away from us, but they actually saluted just now. It's a rare occurrence in eight hundred years."
Heinisen thought about it for a moment and said hesitantly: "No, the Suns in the New Army are usually quite honest."
Archbishop Santos smiled slightly and thought to himself: That's because you are from the Munitions Department. Who doesn't know that those who can work in the Munitions Department are all newcomers with backing, background, status, and status?
Even if the Almohads had some courage, they would not dare to offend the people at the military station.
In peacetime, the peacekeeping forces and the New Army dislike each other.
Among the peacekeeping troops, whether they are Rumans or other troops, they are all elites sent by various countries.
They really look down on the second-rate Almohad New Army. They are a bunch of idiots who can't even bring peace to their families, so they have to ask me to help them fight.
Moreover, the New Army has poor military discipline, is greedy, and is more cruel to its own people than foreigners. This especially makes the peacekeeping troops despise them.
The Almohad Forces Nouvelles also have a bad impression of the peacekeepers who have their nostrils turned upward and act like "I am your benefactor" all day long.
The peacekeeping troops are all extremely arrogant, and they are all like big men. Looking at them is like looking at clowns. But in the land of Almohad, the status of the peacekeeping troops is indeed higher than that of the Almohads, and the new army is not happy.
There's nothing I can do about being comfortable.
The New Army is not under the command of the peacekeeping force headquarters. Although the relationship between the bosses of both sides is good, the officers and soldiers below simply ignore each other and go their own ways.
When they meet together, fights are common.
Under this situation, Archbishop Santos didn't take it seriously when he saw a few New Army soldiers, just treating them as air. Unexpectedly, these guys were quite polite.
But then he put the matter behind him.
At this time, Heinessen led them into the warehouse, took out the supply receipts, clicked on the soldiers in charge of the warehouse, and said: "Ship the goods according to the orders and take them to Warehouse No. 1."
The soldier agreed, then gathered people and got busy.
While watching them loading things, Archbishop Santos followed Heinessen and chatted. Archbishop Santos noticed that although security had been tightened around the warehouse, the soldiers were all lazy.
This place is quite far away from the battle line, and you can't feel the anxious battle conditions on the front line. The soldiers are generally more relaxed.
They believed that no one could cause anything to happen in a place where tens of thousands of soldiers were stationed.
Archbishop Santos himself believed that this place should be safe.
The two chatted for a while, then saw that the supplies had been loaded and rushed to the next warehouse.
As soon as he arrived at the warehouse where quilts and autumn clothes were stored, Archbishop Santos watched the several New Army soldiers he had just met walking around the corner in neat steps.
Archbishop Santos looked at their backs and couldn't help scratching his head. He always felt that they seemed different from other new troops.
I don’t know what benefits Heinessen promised, but I saw that the soldiers in the warehouse were working extremely hard to carry it. They put thousands of sets of military uniforms onto the cart in a short time.
Heinessen patted Archbishop Santos on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, the last one. Today we will do everything at once. Brother, I won't let you run away any longer."
"Okay," Archbishop Santos smiled heartily and said to himself: It seems that this gift today is worth it.
In the past, if there was no rush or military orders, the work that the logistics guys could do in one day would have to be divided into two days. It seems that their importance would not be shown otherwise.
Archbishop Santos was of course very happy. If he finished the work one day earlier, he would have an extra day. Time is very precious on the battlefield.
The last thing to load was weapons and armor. The swords manufactured by the Flying Eagle Group were wrapped in moisture-proof oilcloth and neatly placed in the crates.
Heinessen pried open a wooden box, took out a long steel sword, held the sword in his hand, and threw it to Archbishop Santos.
Archbishop Santos flicked the sword, listened to the clear sound, and nodded with satisfaction. The archbishop himself had practiced swordsmanship since he was a child. He studied under a famous teacher and his level was very good, better than ordinary soldiers.
Otherwise, the Archbishop wouldn't have taken the lead during the drills. It's just that the Archbishop himself was very good at fighting alone, but once he got into battle, he was beaten by a group and lost his ability.
Not only is he good at swordsmanship, but he is also good at identifying weapons, because this is a required course for nobles.
"Not bad, very good." Archbishop Santos nodded with a smile.
The soldiers of the Fourth Legion also love these weapons. A good sword is equal to the second life of a soldier on the battlefield.
After all the supplies were packed, Archbishop Santos found that the trip was extremely smooth and he was extremely satisfied. He also found Heinessen much more pleasing to the eye.
I felt that although this officer also collected the things, he handled the matter in a very straightforward and aboveboard manner, and he was quite a man.
"Okay, let's go." He hesitated for a moment, then waved his hand and said to his subordinates: "You send your things back first, and I will go have a drink with Mr. Heinessen."
Heinessen also laughed and agreed immediately.
Archbishop Santos and Heinessen walked out of the warehouse, arm in arm. However, after taking a few steps, they saw several Almohad New Army soldiers turning out of the alley.
A group of five or six New Army soldiers were stunned when they suddenly saw Archbishop Santos. The New Army officer who was walking at the front turned around and walked back.
"You~!" Archbishop Santos moved in his heart, pointed at him, and shouted loudly: "You, just you, come here~!"