"Vasha! Where are you?" Pierre ran along the street and shouted anxiously: "Vasha!"

On both sides of the narrow street are low and simple shacks, many shacks even have no doors, and only a piece of rag blocks the pedestrian's gaze that pedestrians peek into the house.

The road was narrow and there were many people, and Pierre's shouts were drowned by the hawking of vendors along the street.

"Do you want to buy cigarettes? Sir." A dirty kid followed Pierre's butt: "Do you want to buy it? I have a good product. Drying tobacco? Chewing tobacco?"

"No!" Pierre answered angrily.

The child didn't give up and continued to ask, "What about the wine? Sir? Ale? Beer? Red wine, too. Just tell me what you want..."

Pierre was too lazy to pay attention to the children, and he strided through the streets, shouting, and rudely pushed away the slow-moving civilians.

The innocent pedestrian was almost defeated by being pushed. He was about to curse, but he accidentally caught a glimpse of the other party's signature forehead, braids and Dusak knife on his waist.

So he swallowed the swear words that came to his mouth and turned into a vicious curse in his stomach, "The Tatars killed in heaven!"

...

Since Marshal Ned built the Shuangqiao Camp thirty-one years ago, and since then, the Shuangqiao Camp has been the core military supplies distribution center of the Palathu Republic.

Today, the "Wophang Street" between the city wall and Yingpan was originally a common slum in Shuangqiao City thirty years ago.

Some people have a need. With the completion and operation of Shuangqiao Camp, hawkers, prostitutes, brokers, black market merchants... all kinds of people flock to this cramped, dirty, and stinky neighborhood.

Some people make a living by providing services to men in the military camp, while others can make a big chance of sniffing outside the military camp.

The jingling silver coins were sent to soldiers and civilians by the logistics officers, and then they fell into the wallets of the peddlers and pawns in the shack streets.

The invisible blood vessels connect Shuangqiao Daying and Wozhuang Street. Under the nourishment of money and blood and sweat, Wozhuang Street presents a pathological prosperity.

...

Many soldiers and civilians spent more time in Wosh Street than in the barracks, but Pierre rarely came to Wosh Street on weekdays.

Walking on the noisy street at this moment, Pierre's eyes were dark. He had no idea which shack Vahika and others were in, and it was useless to call the names of several people along the street.

In desperation, Pierre began to check out one by one:

When I opened a curtain, a group of shirtless men were gambling money and didn't know each other; when I opened a curtain, several civilians were removing hairs for a hen, not here; when I opened a curtain, a pair of furry thighs were busy working on a pair of white thighs, neither above nor below Wahika...

Pierre's steps were fast and fast, and he was rushing along the way, and the children behind him had to run to keep up with him.

But the dirty child couldn't shake it like a candy, he asked endlessly:

"What about the woman? Sir, do you want a woman? I know exactly which woman is sick on the street and which woman is not sick. Free introductions are not charged. Or the boss wants to play a few games? I know that there is a good house and everything is all about playing!"

A child under ten years old, but his mouth is full of "women", "smoking", "wine", and "gambling", which sounds extremely funny and extremely sad.

But Pierre ignored the other party at all. He knew that with a slight response, this little king. Ba. egg will become even worse.

The children on Wozhang Street had poisonous eyes, and you could tell at a glance who was not a regular visitor here.

So every time Pierre comes to Wozhang Street, he is harassed in every way and is very annoying.

Moreover, these children running around the streets were not clean. Don’t look at their "supervisor" call, if they were not careful, they could stolen the underwear of the big-headed soldiers.

After losing his purse once, Pierre would definitely bring a saber whenever he went to Wosh Street.

Seeing Dusak in front of him ignore him, the child following Pierre was immediately rolling.

He asked mysteriously again: "Sir, do you want money? If you don't want to buy it, you can sell it. Leather boots, wooden boards, gunpowder, lead, muskets, armor. As long as you dare to sell it, we dare not collect it without it. The price is guaranteed to be fair. If there is no goods, it's okay to sell it with news..."

Pierre, who was already anxious, finally couldn't bear it anymore. He turned around and pulled out his saber and shouted: "I won't buy anything! I won't sell anything! If you dare to follow me again, I will kill you with one knife!"

The child was stunned at first, then ran away.

But after only a few steps, he stood up and pointed at Pierre's nose and cursed: "You slaughtered Tatar! Dusak with maggots! A bastard of the devil and the donkey! Life is not as valuable as my ball! When you go to the battlefield, you become a lonely ghost, let the crow peck your eyes! Let the wild dog eat your ball! Let the devil capture you into hell as a child!"

After squirting fragrance, the child made a face and turned around and got into the abortion.

"Don't run away with a bastard!" Pierre was so angry that he blushed and chased after him.

But he could not chase after him, so he could only watch the child disappear into the dark alleys of the hut street.

The incompetent and furious Pierre roared to the sky, attracting the attention of passers-by and street vendors.

"What's wrong? This is?" Vahika didn't even have to tie her belt, and she ran out of a shack with her pants.

"Come back to the camp with me!" Pierre, who finally found the person, didn't bother to be angry, grabbed Vasia's arm and said hurriedly: "A high official is here! The second lieutenant asked everyone to gather."

Vahika was also panicked: "What? Grass! Where is my belt?"

"Torman, what about the Guoquaner and the others?"

"Hi! They weren't with me!" Vahika slapped her thigh: "I'll go find it with you."

"Let's go!" Pierre raised his legs and was about to leave, but was pulled by the chief clerk.

"Pierre, have you brought the money?" Vahika asked in a slight manner: "I haven't paid yet."

Pierre sighed helplessly and reached out to his belt.

After fumbled for a few seconds, he suddenly changed color: "My wallet! The little bastard who killed me! I stole my wallet again!"

It should be under the belt of the wallet, but now it is empty.

The leather rope tied with the wallet has been cut off by a sharp blade.

...

After Vahika and Pierre found the other three people in Wolf Street, they hurried back to the camp.

But it was still too late. Lieutenant Colonel Jeska had already returned from the headquarters with three lieutenants, and three teams of 100 people stood in an orderly manner in the open space.

It was impossible to sneak in, so Vahika and his men had to bite the bullet and approach.

"Ten whips for each person." Lieutenant Colonel One-eyed Dragon made a verdict coldly, and did not ask where they had gone: "Accommodate."

The five Dusaks breathed a sigh of relief and quickly returned to the queue.

To be honest, instead of standing in public and being humiliated, the few people would rather be whipped a few times, which would be more comfortable.

Afterwards, other militias rushed back one after another, and Lieutenant Colonel Jeska treated everyone equally and all of them were whipped.

The three hundred-man teams took nearly two and a half hours to assemble, and the lieutenant colonel also led everyone to stand on the small school ground for two and a half hours.

All the staff were here, and the next one should be the new commander's speech, but John Jeska saved all of this.

"The execution was carried out before the sun sets." The lieutenant colonel looked at the three centurions under him with one eye: "You three are responsible for taking charge of your own soldiers. If there are ten chiefs, add five whips and replace them."

Then, he disbanded three hundred men.

But even after receiving the disbanding order, the team still stood there, and no one moved. Everyone always felt that there was a missing link and didn't know whether to leave.

The militia found it inexplicable, but the three second lieutenants were already a little surprised by the style of their new boss.

...

You know, after Lieutenant Colonel One-eyed, the first thing he said after meeting with the three of them was "How come you three have fallen into commanding the militia?"

"What does it mean? Ask it knowingly?" Hearing this sentence, many thoughts flashed through Winters' mind: "Assessed as a warning? Provocative? Want to deliberately anger us?"

The embarrassing situation of the second lieutenant Venetian in Paratu was known to all the "orthodox" officers.

[Note: "Orthodox" refers to officers from the Army Officer Academy, also known as academic or professional school. Different from Army Officers from the temporary training class and the promotion of the front line, it is difficult for the latter two to be promoted to school officials]

In any case, there is still a friendship between alumni, so although the Palatou Army will never compromise in principle, most of the predecessors are still quite caring for people like Winters.

To be fair, the new land resident is actually a very comfortable and comfortable position. It has great power and less restrictive control, and is like a noble lord in the local area.

It is a kind to treat non-professional military officers who can have a seat in the town to support their elderly care. It has been merciless to let the Venetta shovel horse manure like Lieutenant Mason.

In the vast country of galloping horses, the seniors Winters met patted his shoulders and comforted him kindly: "Honestly, hold on, and wait until the matter is resolved and you will be able to go home."

"How did you fall into commanding militia?"

It is the first time that someone is questioning this in person and slapping it in the face without any politeness.

The three lieutenants exchanged their eyes, but no one answered.

There was no need to speak. Seeing Andre's twitching noses and twitching cheeks, Winters understood that Andre was already furious and only one step away from the explosion on the spot.

Winters hit Andre's shoulder without a trace.

He put the words "This. Mom is not nonsense, can we blame us for being unable to do anything?" He stuffed back into Andre's throat again.

But at this time, the lieutenant colonel asked again: "Why don't you talk? You guys are from the Land Academy at least, why are you going to compete for jobs with the officers of the scattered hospital?"

[Note: The officer of the miscellaneous academy corresponds to the officer of the Renmin Academy, which refers to a professional officer who is not a graduate of the Renmin Academy]

Winters had only one thought: It's over, Andre is going to explode.

In an instant, Lieutenant Montane's thoughts had drifted to "being a duel assistant to Andre" and further away.

A slow voice rang in the room: "Working for the country is not a matter of nobility or inferiority. But hasn't your lieutenant colonel also fallen to command us?"

Andre was stunned, and Winters was shocked.

Unexpectedly, the one who started to speak back was Bud, the gentlest of the three.

Lieutenant Colonel Jeska was stung for a while and was not angry.
Chapter completed!