The first thousand two hundred and fifty chapters are full of wind and rain (seeking a monthly ticket)
"Coward~!" Although City Lord Brad was unwilling to give in, he could only curse helplessly.
Seeing Gramlich pull out his weapon, City Lord Brad thought that he had encountered a tough opponent who was not afraid of death this time, and was ready to fight him to the death. His mood was just like when he first fell in love, he was very excited.
For a moment.
To everyone's surprise, Commander Gramlich shrank, actually fucking shrank~!
He actually dropped his weapon and surrendered directly.
Lord Brad couldn't help feeling regretful and cursed bitterly: "These bastards can't even compare to women."
The city lord is very much looking forward to Gramlich being braver and showing the same bravery and unyielding demeanor as an iron-blooded soldier like when they were bragging behind closed doors at home. He will directly copy the guy and come up to fight with his own people.
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In this way, the Lord of Brad City had an excuse to kill them all and show some shame to the upstarts hiding in Arkadelin who were trying to seize his property and status.
The garrison entered the city without orders and attacked the city lord himself. No matter where you say it, it is a real mutiny and rebellion.
No matter what era it is, rulers will never be lenient towards this situation.
This is a red line that absolutely cannot be touched~!
No matter how many squealing beasts he invites, he can't clean this place~!
Even the bastards who reversed the case for Qin Hui, Ximen Qing and the gang did not dare to argue in this situation.
In this matter, City Lord Brad completely stood on the commanding heights of justice and public opinion, and the High Priest of the Undead did not dare to say to his face that he had done something wrong.
In fact, City Lord Brad has already made quite a detailed plan, and he has even thought about the subsequent process.
Seize the 4th Division's rebellious behavior, make a fuss about Arkadelin, and give the gang of mud-legged young men in power a hard bite.
‘The emperor is not strict and does not know the people well. As a result, the soldiers mutiny, causing harm to the country and the people...'
Just being charged with this one crime would make Prime Minister Madolins pissed.
Even if you can't kill him with one bite, you will still have to break his muscles and bones. Taking advantage of the opportunity, you can severely chop off several of the prime minister's right-hand men, the culprits of the coup.
With this major case, the royal family can easily reverse the passive situation in half.
Then push forward the bill and conduct in-depth investigations into the violations of laws and disciplines in each newly formed army.
Those bastards are all crazy poor. Once they become officers, they will definitely make a lot of money. Their butts will definitely not be clean.
Moreover, they do not have as much bureaucratic experience as members of the royal family, and their appearance is definitely ugly. If there is any problem, it can be easily investigated.
Even if the investigation fails, we can still give them some dirt. It's either corruption, bribery, or indiscriminate relations between men and women.
If some people are really cunning, they can't find out...
If you really can’t find it out, then it means there is a bigger problem~!
Damn it, you work so hard to be an officer, but you don’t want to eat, drink, or have women. You keep yourself clean all day long. What do you want to do?
Um?
What do you want to do??~!!!
Either he has a psychological problem, or he must be a spy sent by the human race~!
Nothing?
Haha~!
There are so many new oranges since I touched them. (Everyone who watches Conan knows this.)
That must be your ambition. You are trying your best to imitate the famous outstanding figures in history, such as "Wang Xiaomang, Cao Dacao", "Sima Zhao" and so on, and want to rebel~!
It must be like this, that’s right~!
No matter who he is, even if he is made of iron, in the face of the stern questioning of the royal investigators, his psychological defense will be broken. He will break down and cry, collapse to the ground, or even secretly commit suicide in shame.
Anyway, the royal family doesn’t do these things once or twice. Everyone has accumulated a wealth of experience, and their psychological endurance is also extremely strong.
After grasping a large amount of evidence, they then began to purge the major newly formed armies, and those young officers with mud-legged backgrounds... bah bah bah, all those black sheep were transferred to the desert to eat potatoes.
Then a large number of outstanding officers with royal family backgrounds were transferred into the legion to smoothly control the entire army.
In this way, one link after another, a beautiful combination of punches was struck, and before Prime Minister Madolins could react, he was done. The situation was successfully reversed.
But, but...
This guy actually peed~!
City Lord Brad was filled with hatred.
It was in vain that he had planned a careful action plan. As the leading actor, Gramlich did not cooperate and the play could not go on. As a director, he had no choice at all.
It was really frustrating, just like the beautiful woman here had just unbuttoned her clothes, and the evil bitch at home killed her. It made City Lord Brad feel very upset, and he wanted to spit out a mouthful of blood.
Although now he, Lord Brad, only needs one order to kill all the bastards from the Fourth Division across from him.
But in this case, it would be his turn to be passive.
This group of people surrendered on their own, but City Lord Brad was really able to imprison them and not kill them.
If the Fourth Division did not take action, they would at most be charged with leaving the military camp without permission and forcing their way into the city lord's palace.
Their excuse is quite good. There is a riot in the city lord's palace, and they are here to help.
Publicly speaking, this excuse makes sense.
Lord Brad could imagine how Madolins used this excuse to exonerate these bastards at the Grand Elders' Meeting.
This made City Lord Brad so angry that his teeth started to itch.
This is the second time that Lord Brad has been so angry since that bastard Lorraine stole his precious daughter without saying a word.
The crime of leaving one's post without permission can be serious or minor. A serious one can chop off the leader's head, while a minor one can be punished by just scolding the superior, "I won't do it again."
It is estimated that this time, a few people will be held accountable in the end, but the most they can do is fire a few temporary workers. The real masterminds and thugs behind the scenes will not be able to get even a hair hurt. Let alone follow the clues.
On this side, if City Lord Brad really takes action, he will give the enemy an excuse to punish him - 'provoke civil strife with the intention of treason.'
If this charge is imposed, even if he does not die, he will really have no choice but to defect.
After all, his daughter had truly run away with a human race kid. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was 'colluding with foreign races'.
In fact, someone once held him accountable for this matter. The seven royal families were in harmony, and everyone worked together to calm down the matter.
Thinking of this, Brad could only let out a long sigh, calmed down, and then thought: In the current situation, the only way is to capture them first, and then file a lawsuit with Akadelin~!
At this time, the officers of the Fourth Division stared eagerly at Lord Brad above their heads. Their life and death depended on just one word.
What can't the powerful nobles accomplish?
For them, killing a few little people is as easy as crushing a few ants.
Even if he chops off this old guy afterwards, his head won't grow back.
Therefore, the men of the Fourth Division simply threw their weapons on the ground to show that they had no ill intentions.
City Lord Brad hesitated again and again, and after weighing the situation again and again, he finally waved his hand helplessly and said: "Lock them up for me first. I'll deal with them after I report them to Arkadelin."
Seeing that they were alive, some people couldn't help but shout happily: "Okay."
Their officials were also bought with money, but they died before the capital was recovered. Wouldn't it mean that they had lost all their capital?
Gramlich glanced at the man who couldn't help shouting, and cursed secretly in anger: "You are causing trouble, wait and see how I deal with you when you leave here."
At the same time, he couldn't help but hate Karl Hohmann in his heart, and thought to himself: It's this kid who said he had a well-planned plan. Damn, I'm trapped in it too. If I had known better, I shouldn't have believed in this hairless kid.
If I catch him, I will kill this kid.
Gramlich began to worry about his future. After this defeat, he lost all face. He could not help but become the laughing stock of others.
Not to mention that the admiral's position has been lost, it is still unknown whether he can retain his position as commander.
It's easy to say if things work out, but if things fail, he, the commander, will probably be pushed out by the big shots in Arkadelin and used as a scapegoat to be sacrificed.
Gramlich knew the viciousness of those people very well, because he was one of them.
"This is not possible," Gramlich was anxious. He had taken on a lot of debt for this leader. If he couldn't get the money back, he would probably be beaten to death by his creditors.
Besides, he has endured for decades, how easy is it to become a commander?
"We must think of some way to save ourselves..." Gramlich warned himself in his heart: "I still have a lot of Feir's handles in my hand, but I can use them at critical moments."
The city guard soldiers raised their weapons and surrounded them vigilantly, shouting to the people of the Fourth Division: "Line up."
"Come one by one."
"Whoever dares to move will be killed~!"
With the bright swords approaching, everyone in the Fourth Division was obedient. They raised their hands obediently and were escorted away by the city guards.
The Caribbean people in the city lord's palace felt quite strange. This crisis started with chaos and ended with farce.
I don't know whether I should say that the city lord is wise and mighty and has a sharp vision, or should I say that his opponent is stupid and ignorant.
Seeing the 4th Division being led away with their heads down and down, Fritz with a bruised nose and face, and a group of assassins, the officer involved in the arrest said with emotion: "No wonder Mr. Lei said that he is not afraid of opponents who are like gods.
, I’m just afraid of teammates who are like pigs.”
Lord Brad walked back indoors and rubbed his dry eyes. He had not slept for at least thirty hours. He only felt pain in his forehead and his steps were sluggish.
City Lord Brad shook his head and murmured: "I'm old, I'm old."
Fiona's mother, the wife of the city lord, walked up quickly with concern, brought a cup of hot milk, and said: "Is everything solved?"
City Lord Brad sighed and said: "We have solved all the problems. The rest will be left to our family to do their best."
The city lord's wife patted her chest, and her frightened heart finally calmed down, and she said: "I really can't live in peace for a day."
"Sir, I'm afraid there are still some unresolved matters." The housekeeper bent down and reminded behind him.
The city lord's wife became nervous again and said anxiously: "What else is there? You should tell me quickly."
The butler's tone was as calm as ever, and he said: "The Fourth Division."
City Lord Brad frowned in confusion and asked doubtfully: "What happened to the Fourth Division?"
The housekeeper pointed out the window and said: "Sir, you have arrested almost all the officers of the Fourth Division. Now the Fourth Division is leaderless. In order to avoid chaos and stabilize order, you should send someone to manage the Fourth Division.
"
After saying this, the seemingly loyal butler blinked and smiled.
"Oh~!" City Lord Brad suddenly slapped his forehead and said with a smile: "You are absolutely right, Noak.
Ten thousand fully equipped soldiers, without anyone to restrain them, the consequences would be disastrous~!
For the sake of the overall situation, we Caribbean people just... have to do whatever it takes."
City Lord Brad's face turned red when he said this. In terms of the degree of evil, he was not as good as his daughter. He would feel a little embarrassed when he told lies with his eyes open.
The butler sincerely praised: "Your Excellency is wise."
The Fourth Division, from the commander down to the squad leader, is a guest in the dungeon of his city lord's mansion. Now it is a good opportunity to seize the Fourth Division openly.
Once they seize their position, it will be difficult even if the military wants to drive them away.
The rules of the officialdom are that you can move up or down. Even if you are transferred, you have to be given an official position at the same level.
This is a great opportunity to arrange promotions for your closest associates. If you miss it, you will regret it for the rest of your life.
Lord Brad laughed proudly, spread his hands to his wife apologetically, and said: "My dear, it seems I have to be busy for a while."
The city lord's wife was considerate and immediately approved: "Go ahead."
Lord Brad then held an emergency meeting, summoned all his cronies in Caribbean City for a meeting, and quickly issued instructions. The officers' military ranks were temporarily increased by one level to take over the fourth division and take charge of daily training affairs.
The commander of the 4th Division was arrested. There was such a thing as a sudden promotion. The officers in Caribbean City were extremely happy.
A local garrison force like theirs is a carrot and a pit, and each pit lasts a lifetime.
Promotion is inherently the most difficult thing. If you want to be promoted, you can only wait for your superior to retire or die suddenly.
If the commander never dies, just wait until he becomes a ten thousand year squad leader.
This kind of thing is too common among city guards.
Many people were already prepared to spend their entire lives in the Caribbean, but suddenly the pie fell from the sky.
The morale of the officers is high, and even those who are not promoted on the spot are happy. After their colleagues are promoted, their positions will naturally be vacated. They will also be promoted to the next level soon.
After receiving the promotion, he jumped on his horse and rushed out of the Caribbean without stopping.
Caribbean people are very strange today. A group of people hurried in at noon, and a group of people hurried out after a while. What big thing happened?
For a time, the city was filled with uproar.
Lord Brad was particularly proud. He felt happy when he thought that he not only won a beautiful victory but also captured Prime Minister Madolins' 4th Division.
It was like the first time he received a letter home from his daughter from the human continent.
He even drank several drinks during lunch, and went to the city lord's wife for the first time without stopping him.
After a late and sumptuous lunch, Lord Brad gathered his energy and was about to write a stern letter of complaint and send it to Arkadelin as soon as possible.
Of course, you must inform your family in advance, and when everyone is ready, work together to punish that old guy Madolins.
Just as Lord Brad was sitting comfortably behind his desk, holding his pen, he was thinking about how he could write this official document in a way that would not leave any traces, but also make Madolins look bad.
Suddenly, there was a rapid knock on the door, and Brad's hard-working witticism was immediately interrupted.
The Lord City Lord said angrily: "Didn't I tell you not to disturb me?"
A voice came from outside the door, saying: "Sir, the situation is urgent. There is news about the Karl Homann you asked us to keep an eye on."
City Lord Brad pushed his chair and jumped up. He had figured out that Karl Homan was the mastermind of the whole thing.
The city lord was still angry because one of his people had lost track of him.
"Come in, come in~!" City Lord Brad shouted impatiently: "Come in quickly."
The attendant opened the door and walked in.
"What's the news?" Lord Brad asked in a deep voice. He was most worried that this guy would run away. This gloomy enemy was as annoying as a poisonous snake. It was best to eliminate it completely.
The attendant's expression was quite strange, as if he was also very strange in his heart, and said: "He is dead. He was found dead on the bed at noon today. The on-site investigation said that he committed suicide."
"Killed himself?" This answer was obviously beyond the Lord's expectation. Lord Brad also had a surprised expression on his face. If he had run away, Lord Brad would not be so surprised.
"Where did he die?" Lord Brad asked.
The attendant scratched his head and said in confusion: "Moulin Rouge."
"Moulin Rouge, what is that place?" Lord Brad thought the name was strange and told him directly that it was not a good word.
The attendant hesitated and said: "A prostitute, a brothel."
"Huh?" City Lord Brad couldn't help shouting in surprise, and murmured: "Brotherhouse? Take me to see the scene."
More important than writing a complaint letter is to find out the identity of the mastermind and see if he has any other accomplices.
The Lord of the City left his work behind, and under the protection of many guards, he galloped all the way to the Moulin Rouge nightclub, which was hung with red lanterns.
The place has been surrounded by city guards, and curious people are looking in through the human wall and talking about it.
Lord Brad walked directly into the Moulin Rouge, and all the people inside were controlled by the city guards.
Clients and prostitutes were detained in the lobby and interrogated by security officials.
It can be seen that many people were snatched from the bed by the city guards in a hurry. They were only wearing a coat and were in a miserable state.
City Lord Brad was surprised to see a few familiar faces in the crowd, all of whom were celebrities attending banquets at the City Lord's Mansion.
There is a guy who is famous for being a miser. When he drinks at home, he drinks half a glass of water and half a glass of wine. He drinks half and then half a glass of water, then half and then half a glass, and so on.
"So this old boy spent all his money here." Lord Brad smiled slightly and thought to himself: Let's see how I make fun of you at the next party.
Seeing the city lord suddenly arriving in person, these few people covered their faces in shame and hid.
Lord Brad pretended not to see them, walked into the inner hall without squinting, and followed the attendants to the innermost suite.
As soon as I arrived at the door, the smell of blood hit my face.!~!
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