Chapter 1243 The limelight is wrong (seeking a monthly ticket)
"I heard some shocking news. Do you want to know?" Lamy lowered his voice with a mysterious expression on his face and said, "Do you want to know?"
Although they knew that Lamy said this deliberately to tempt him, both Anderson and Sylvie showed interested expressions.
They have long been used to Lamy's pretentiousness.
Moreover, everyone was hiding in the infirmary because they wanted to be lazy and naturally chatted for a while - anyway, it was deserted here and no one came.
The group of military doctors from Arkadelin had never been able to count on them. Even if Lamy and the others hid here for two days, those high-minded military doctors would not come in to take a look.
And the officers never come to this dirty and smelly place when they are sick. They have their own highly skilled medical officers.
These military doctors who treated soldiers were always drunk during the day, and ran out of the camp to have fun at night.
When soldiers were sick and injured, they never cared. At most, they would spread some rotten tree roots and throw out rolled bandages for the soldiers to see.
The recruits from the Caribbean even speculated that these guys with the name of doctor didn't know how to treat doctors at all and were just here to make a living.
And this guess was confirmed at a certain military officer dinner.
The big fat pig that was the main dish on the table escaped from prison. More than 300 officers and soldiers chased it, but they failed to catch the pig. They watched it rush towards the camp gate, and they were about to stage a victory escape.
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At this critical moment, a military doctor appeared magnificently.
Looking at the big fat pig that weighed more than 200 kilograms, the guy didn't waste any words. He immediately rushed forward and hit the pig's right front leg accurately with a stick.
The pig screamed and immediately turned over and fell to the ground.
Immediately, the military doctor took a few steps, stretched out two fingers, and inserted them accurately into the pig's nostril with a 'Peng' sound until the fingers were gone, and then hooked them tightly.
Seeing that scene, although there were a few experienced street gangsters among the officers and soldiers present, who were considered brave and ruthless characters, they all still shrank their necks in unison, with a look of horror on their faces.
That was too cruel~!
Just by listening to the pig's scream, you can tell how painful it will be.
Immediately afterwards, the military doctor took off his clothes, revealing a large patch of dark hair on his chest. Then he picked up a knife and slashed at the pig. He slaughtered it very skillfully, bled it, and then skinned and scraped it.
Mao, he did it extremely skillfully.
When everything was over, the guy realized what he was doing and touched the back of his head in embarrassment. While smiling honestly, he explained to everyone: "Sorry, it's an occupational disease. I'm used to it before, haha, hahaha..."
Although the performance of this military doctor was highly praised by everyone, it will definitely become a legend in the military and will be passed down forever.
But from then on, when people were really sick, they were more willing to find barefoot doctors who were also forcibly recruited as soldiers.
Over time, the infirmary became a place where recruits avoided training. They always wanted to find an excuse to stay here when they had nothing to do.
But this also requires considerable courage.
Because if one day, the military doctor suffers from an occupational disease, he will use this place as a pig-killing farm, where he can randomly recruit any soldier to practice...
The consequences would be unimaginable.
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Anderson urged impatiently: "Lami, don't show off, you kid. Everyone knows you are well-informed. Tell me quickly. What's the big news?"
Lamy was a grocer who traveled from village to town. He usually made a living by selling needles, threads, ribbons and other small things.
He often dealt with those young wives and old ladies, so his skills were naturally all about his words. He was smooth and well-spoken. He could always get some gossip from other people's mouths. He was the most well-informed in the military camp.
Lamy laughed proudly, "Hey, hey." What he likes most is when others look at him eagerly, which makes him feel like a big shot.
He coughed twice more, trying to whet the appetite of the two people. Seeing that they were getting impatient, he looked left and right, then moved his buttocks and came closer to the two of them, with a mysterious look on his face.
He lowered his voice and said: "Yesterday I went to clean the house for that vicious dog. I went there a little early and he didn't know it. I happened to hear him talking to the commander's guard behind me.
The evil dog asked the guy when he was going to take action in the city, and the guard said it would be soon, it would be just a few days later."
Sylvie and Anderson looked at each other and said doubtfully: "Do what? What do you mean?"
Lamy spread his hands and said helplessly: "I don't know about that."
Anderson was quite disappointed, so he retracted and sneered: "Grandma, there was a sudden thunder and heavy rain. There is no difference between what you said and what you didn't say."
Next to him, Sylvie also slapped Lamy on the head angrily.
At this moment, a stern scolding suddenly came from in front of the door, saying: "You guys actually dare to hide here and be lazy. How brave~!"
Lamy and the others were immediately frightened out of their wits.
If the officer caught him slacking off, he would be beaten severely and put in solitary confinement for several days.
Lamy and the others jumped up from the ground in a hurry, but when they saw the person at the door, their expressions relaxed. Then they ran up, grabbed the person and punched him several times, and cursed angrily: "It's you again, kid.
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The person who was caught received a few punches, but he didn't mind at all. Instead, he laughed proudly, blocking their punches and feet, and begging for mercy: "Brothers, spare your life, spare your life."
"Sifuling, it's you again," Lamy scolded, grabbed the other person, and punched him a few more times. He was so frightened just now that his hair exploded. If it were someone with a bad heart, he might have been frightened.
dead.
Xifuling laughed a few times, broke free from a few fists and feet, ran over to look at Amu who was lying on the ground shivering, pointed at him, and said, "Is this kid sick again?"
Sylvie sighed, then walked over, stretched out his hand to test the temperature on Amu's forehead, and said: "You are still a half-grown child. When you are growing up, isn't this a sin?"
He paused and then said: "By the way, why did you run out again? I see you every time I come to the infirmary."
Xifuling showed a proud expression and said: "Our officer is a fool. I lassoed two rabbits while I was collecting water outside and gave them to the military doctor at the door. They gave me a certificate of chronic gastroenteritis. I am now
Live here every day."
Lamy and the others said with envy: "You are still cunning."
"Of course," Silvering raised his head and said proudly: "In this damn place, you have to find your own way to survive. You guys just met again, what are you talking about in a sneaky way?"
Anderson smiled and said: "Lami said something big will happen in the city. We are guessing what it will be."
"Hey~!" Xifuling said in a long voice with disdain: "I still think it's nothing, just this."
Lamy scratched his neck and said unconvinced: "You know?"
Xifuling glanced at him sideways and said: "That's why you don't know. I'm telling you, listen carefully, someone is planning to destroy our city lord Manmen."
After hearing this, everyone in Lamy couldn't help but feel chills and goosebumps all over their bodies.
"Ouch~!"
"Impossible~!"
The city lord. The Caribbean city lord, the Iskander family, is the royal family of the Semitic people. Everyone has always lived under the rule of the city lord.
Although the old guy was not very good, it was because of his care that everyone's life was a little better than that of people in other places. We could have food and clothing, and we would not have to sell our children to pay taxes.
And now, someone actually wants to kill him?
Sylvie thought for a moment, then shook her head, with a look of disbelief on her face, and said, "You are just bragging. Who has the guts to kill our city lord?"
"That's right. That's right. Our city lord has tens of thousands of soldiers under his command." Anderson also reacted at this time and laughed. What Sifling said was a joke.
Seeing that they didn't believe him, Sifulin suddenly turned red in the face and defended: "Don't believe it, the officers all know this, I just listened to what the military doctors said."
Sylvie was startled for a moment, then looked out carefully, and then asked softly: "Is this true?"
Xifuling nodded affirmatively and said: "Don't tell others, the one who is ready to take action is the killer from the Imperial City.
It is said that he is very professional and very good at 13.
It's like killing you and you don't know who did it."
Anderson had always been skeptical about this news. Seeing that Sifling had a nose and eyes, he still shook his head and said: "Impossible, who is our city lord? His surname is Iskander.
You know how powerful the Iskander family is, but who dares to kill members of their family just because they are the leader of a legion?"
Lamy also echoed: "That's right, someone could just stretch out their hand and crush him to death."
Compared with the Lingshan royal family, which has accumulated thousands of years of experience and has deep roots and luxuriant leaves, the leader of the Fourth Division is just a lowly person.
Silvering was very annoyed with their stubbornness and said: "Country bumpkins, let me tell you, if others don't dare, how can the Prime Minister not dare?
The commander and assassins were sent by the prime minister."
"Prime Minister?" Lamy and the others fell silent, thinking that this was really a possibility.
prime minister?
That's a Lao Niu 13 Lao Niu 13 character, so he should be able to fight against a royal family.
Xifuling showed a victorious smile and said: "Now you believe it. Above,"
Sifling stretched out a finger and pointed toward the sky.
"I don't believe that a prime minister can fight against the royal family." Anderson argued.
Xifuling pointed upward again and said cautiously: "It's higher than the Prime Minister."
After I finished speaking, I looked behind me, as if there might be someone eavesdropping behind me.
Lamy and the others gasped at the same time. There was only the High Priest of the Undead above the Prime Minister.
Silvering said: "It seems from above that our city lord is very unhappy. We want to replace him but have no excuse, so we are just going to do something cruel. And I also heard that our city lord is very rich."
Sylvie twirled his beard and nodded, saying: "The lady from the city lord's family bought and sold poisonous wolfberries last year, and I heard that she made a lot of money."
"The commander just wants to steal other people's money~!" Xifuling made a gesture of raising a knife and lowering it, then shrugged and said: "I heard that the royal family and the prime minister are fighting fiercely now. If we kill our city lord, the prime minister will send someone
Come and take over the Caribbean, this is called pulling, pulling..."
Xifuling scratched his head and thought for a long time. He slapped his forehead and said, "Pull out the nail~!"
Sylvie said worriedly: "If that happens, we will have a hard time in the future."
Lamy patted him on the shoulder and said: "We have suffered enough, you should think about yourself first."
A loud horn sounded outside the tent. The morning training was finally over.
Gramlich, the commander of the Fourth Army, stood up, waved his hand, and walked off the platform.
When he stepped over the steps, he looked up in the direction of the Caribbean and sighed regretfully, feeling very disappointed.
The subordinate next to him noticed his boss's expression. As a roundworm in his boss's belly, he certainly knew what Commander Gramlich was worried about, and whispered: "It's been more than a month..."
Gramlich glanced at him and scolded: "What do you know? You have to be calm when doing big things. In these few days, you have to pay attention to the news from the north."
"Yes~!"
"As soon as that old dog dies." Gramlich said longingly: "I will send troops to Caribbean City to suppress the riots and maintain public order."
The men smiled slightly. These were all fake. Their real purpose was to plunder the city of Galle. Commander Gramlich had already planned to plunder the gold and treasure.
As soon as the signal came, while they were in confusion, a team composed of the backbones of the Fourth Division rushed in directly and robbed the city lord's mansion first.
There are also countless wealthy shops in the city. It is said that the Caribbean people engaged in maritime trade are extremely rich. They are enough to feed their fourth division.
As loyal, reliable, and politically strong officers selected from all over the country, they have long disliked these unruly people in the Caribbean. If they don't obey the king's will, they will be dragged as hard as 2,500,000 to 80,000 people.
"Tell the brothers to be ready. The horses will not be unsaddled and the men will not be unarmed these days." Commander Gramlich said fiercely: "As soon as there is an order, we will set off immediately."
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In the city lord's palace that stands at the top of Caribbean City, the hall is brightly lit and there are clouds of guests.
Women in gorgeous clothes and beautiful temples, accompanied by men with equally noble temperament, strolled leisurely in the dance.
On the dance floor were pairs of young people, holding hands and dancing a traditional dance that was inspired by the melodious music.
The Lord of Caribbean City regularly holds banquets twice a month, and the guests invited are the elites of Caribbean City.
Nobles, powerful maritime merchants, big landowners, famous literati and musicians, etc.
The banquet is large-scale and high-standard. At the banquet, you can always see some human specialties that are not seen in the Semitic people. Occasionally, some rare treasures from foreign lands will be displayed, making it a grand event for the upper class.
Only by attending Lord Brad's banquet can one be recognized by the Caribbean's upper class society.
Except for more than a year ago, the party was suspended for a few months.
Because at that time, the daughter of the city lord, the smart and beautiful Miss Fiona, was snatched away by that abominable, despicable, vile and evil Lorraine using extremely despicable, extremely barbaric and extremely violent means, just like the evil dragon in the fairy tale who snatched away the princess.
Same.
Although there are many warriors who want to imitate the fairy tale and form a team of adventurers to defeat the evil boss in Lorraine, but after hearing that that guy took a full blow from the high priest and was still alive and kicking, everyone was all
There was silence.
After all, to be able to fight the high priest head-on, this kind of boss must be at least a powerful copy of level 180 or above. It is far beyond what those of us who have just left the Novice Village and are wearing whiteboard suits can deal with.
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Immediately, everyone shifted their attention and began to regret the banquet held by Lord Brad.
They thought this kind of banquet would never be held again.
But to their surprise, the party soon resumed.
The city lord and his wife seemed to have recovered from the shock of losing their daughter, and everything was acting as usual.
As a member of the Iskander family, Lord Brad is the well-deserved protagonist of the party.
No matter where he goes, nearby guests always respectfully come up to toast and greet him. As the master of the Caribbean, Brad has absolute authority here.
A guest introduced City Lord Brad to walk in slowly, raised the wine glass in his hand, nodded in greeting, and said: "Wonderful night, sir."
City Lord Brad smiled happily, picked up the wine glass and clinked it with him, and said: "Thank you for the compliment, Zelins, my old friend."
"By the way, let me introduce you to a guest." Zelins said, pulling someone over and saying, "This is His Excellency Karl Homann from Arkadelin. He is a famous businessman."
Karl Homan bowed gracefully and said in standard common language: "I have met the Lord of the City."
City Lord Brad smiled politely, stretched out his hand and said: "Welcome Mr. Carl Homan."
After holding Karl Hohmann's hand, City Lord Brad felt strange that this man's hand was so strong.
Carl Homan seemed to have read through Lord Brad's mind and said: "I used to be a soldier. After leaving the army, I started a small business of my own."
"Mr. Karl Hohmann's business is not small." Zelins explained with a smile: "Mr. Karl Hohmann approached me about a deal involving tens of thousands of tons of grain. I was shocked at the time.
Karl Homan shook his head slightly and said modestly: "It's nothing compared to the Lord of the City. I just discovered that the Lord of the City's servants all wear good leather boots."
Zelins laughed heartily and said, "You don't know this. Our Lord's family has done a big business. Not only the servants in the house have benefited, but all the Caribbean people have also made money."
"Oh?" Carl Hohmann showed an interested expression.
Zelins explained: "The tomato that has become famous all over the world recently became popular in the Caribbean."
There was a hint of embarrassment on Lord Brad's face, and Zelins realized that he had said the wrong thing. He was the one who stirred up the tomatoes at the beginning, but Miss Fiona, she was not exposing Lord Brad's scars.
Fiona's name is a taboo topic these days.
Carl Hohmann clapped his hands and said suddenly: "I have heard this a little bit. I heard that many people ended up going bankrupt and committing suicide by jumping off buildings and rivers.
It is said that it started with the smart daughter of the Lord of the City. I wonder if I will be lucky enough to meet the Lord's daughter."
City Lord Brad's face darkened and he said displeasedly: "Unfortunately, she is no longer here, and we in the Caribbean have nothing to do with those who are speculating on tomatoes. On the contrary, most of the people who are speculating are from Akadeline."
Zelins also changed his face. The story of Fiona and Adeline had already spread throughout the mainland. It should be a matter known to women and children. It is impossible for Karl Homan not to know. He obviously said this with ill intentions.
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Lord Brad picked up the bag and turned around to leave. Zelins looked at Karl Homan angrily and said, "If you are so good at saying such things, our business will be ruined."
Karl Homann shrugged and laughed carelessly.
Zelins said angrily with a straight face: "You'd better leave the Caribbean."
Then he chased Lord Brad to explain.
Karl Hohmann drank all the wine in his glass, glanced at the proud guests around him, showed a disdainful smile on his face, and turned around to leave.
Brad's originally good mood plummeted due to stimulation, and he walked out of the banquet hall to take a breath.
At this time, the housekeeper led a man up quickly.
Seeing the solemn expression on the old butler's face, Lord Brad asked in surprise: "What happened?"
The housekeeper lay next to City Lord Brad's ear and whispered: "This is someone from my family."
The person behind the butler took a step forward, bowed and said, "Sir."
City Lord Brad looked at the man up and down, and saw that he looked dusty, obviously he had traveled a long way, and said: "I know you, you are Uncle Morey's personal entourage, right?"
"My lord is right. It was our master who sent me here. He asked me to deliver a message to your lord."
"Say," City Lord Brad frowned. He couldn't write a letter, but his trusted aide traveled thousands of miles to bring the message. Obviously, something was unusual.
"Our master said that the limelight is not right recently, and I want you to be more careful."
Lord Brad's face changed. The caution coming from within the family was different from the caution spoken by others. This indicated a crisis that even the royal Iskander family might not be able to deal with.
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