Chapter 417 416 Governor of Transia? Bah, ruling a group of people
Chapter 417 416. Governor of Transia? Bah, ruling a bunch of thugs. What’s the point of refugees and criminals?
"Task Force! Assemble!"
Harsh roars and muster whistles echoed in the military camp of the East Prussia pioneer fortress.
At this dark hour before dawn, with a series of shouts and the sound of boots stamping, the task force composed entirely of young officers was assembled within a few minutes. When Marshal Loren took his adjutant General Soros and Marshal
When the Guard arrived, these energetic young men had already cleaned the last bit of dust from their boots.
The dwarf marshal, who was very strict with himself and others, had his hands behind his back. Beside him, a sturdy dwarf guard carried his practical and majestic marshal's battle ax, and followed the marshal step by step in the barracks.
examine.
Colonel Fraser, standing at the front of the crowd, felt his heart in his throat when he saw General Soros touching the top of the door with his white-gloved left hand.
But then the still white gloves represented that the officers under the colonel were not lazy in terms of internal affairs, and they perfectly fulfilled the colonel's high standards for internal affairs work.
"not bad."
General Thoros nodded with satisfaction and criticality, and at the same time glared hard at his youngest son standing in the queue, causing poor Major Ron to straighten his back even harder, unwilling to show his cowardice in front of his father.
However, considering that he has been appointed as the second commander of the vanguard army, it is reasonable for the general's father to have strict requirements on him. We can't let the young people of the Cape family look down on their Soros family, right?
"Commanders, today you are leaving the safety of the fortress, taking the soldiers assigned to you and those stupid and pathetic old soldiers to Transia to perform the war duties entrusted to you by His Majesty the King."
In this barracks, Marshal Loren's gaze like a battle ax swept over everyone in front of him, and he said in a deep voice:
"You should always remember this!
You are the warriors of the pioneering legion. Even in the fallen land of vampires, you must maintain the dignity and dignity of the kingdom's soldiers.
What I must emphasize to you is that I have had several close encounters with the Governor of Transia, Murphy, and I must admit that that vampire bitch is quite capable.
He is a difficult opponent!
As for whether it is a qualified ally, you have to test it yourself.
Before you set off, I must reiterate your responsibilities in Transia.
You must remember that you are the saviors of the Plantagenet Kingdom to support Transia in the Black Disaster War, not the main attackers. Your duty is not to charge forward to protect the vampires' property, but to ensure that the threat of the Black Disaster will not
spread to the kingdom as quickly as possible.
To do this, you must protect your command authority as well as your own head and heart. You must not allow the vampire to interfere with the command of the army, nor can you obey all the orders he gives.
You need to put the interests of the Kingdom first at all times.
Secondly, you cannot live in the barracks prepared for you by the vampires. You must use your own military talents to choose the campsite for the pioneering wing.
This ensures maximum independence.
But I'm not asking you to disobey Governor Murphy's orders.
I just remind you to keep your position in mind. However, when the situation is extremely bad, when facing the jackals, the common enemy of all forces on the continent, our cooperation with vampires is also acceptable!
Finally, and most importantly.
You are the eyes of His Majesty and the Pioneer Legion. In the upcoming war in Transia, you must collect enough intelligence for His Majesty and the Legion.
It is not limited to the Jackals and Black Scourge, but also includes the army under the Governor of Transia and the strength and combat system of the Winter Wolves Legion that will fight alongside you."
Marshal Loren said in a deep voice:
"There will definitely be a battle between the Plantagenet Kingdom and the Yankees of Nordtov, and the only mission of us soldiers is to make all preparations before the war breaks out! Do you understand?"
"As you command, Marshal!"
More than thirty young officers in the barracks responded loudly.
The unique exuberance and eagerness of young people mixed together to form a very aggressive aura, which made Marshal Loren very satisfied.
He believes that this is what the best soldiers and commanders should be.
Never admit defeat, never retreat, and always maintain aggressiveness and fighting spirit.
"Everyone, the legion has provided you with enough supplies to support you in Transia for a month. The logistics officer will lead a professional team to act with you, and your baggage, ammunition and weapons will be collected after you set up camp in Transia.
Depart for transportation.
The marshal has prepared a powerful artillery force for you to help you defend your positions, and I hope you will make good use of the power that the Pioneer Legion is proud of."
General Soros next to Marshal Loren put his hands behind his back and said loudly:
"However, I must add to you that regarding the former border guards you are about to escort to Transia, although my next words may be a bit rude, I think this is the most perfect description of them.
You have to remember, these guys are not soldiers at all!
They are a mixture of gangsters, criminals and cowards, the most despicable bastards that the human race can produce. You cannot expect them to burst out with courage and fighting will at any time.
In my opinion, they are not even as good as the blood servants of Transia.
At least the blood servant knows how to be loyal to his master.
But the connection between these bastards and loyalty is simply an insult. They are undoubtedly a burden to the kingdom and garbage that needs to be dealt with! Throwing them into the black plague battlefield of Transia will undoubtedly make these
The pathetic bastards made their last and only contribution to this continent.
Marshal Loren and I are not asking you to reform them or lead them.
You only need to bring these bastards to Transia and hand them over to the vampire governor, and then you don't have to worry about the fate of these scum.
I believe in the knowledge and creativity of the vampires in this regard, they will eventually choose an ending that suits them best for these guys who can't stand up to the wall.
Do you have any other questions?"
"Yes! General."
An officer in the queue raised his hand and asked loudly:
"I heard from the Military Intelligence Department that the Yankees had already sent their captured armed blood servants back to Transia before we did. As expected, they added enough criminals and scum to them. There are many of them, but they are special.
There are very few people in Lancia”
"What on earth are you trying to say? Lieutenant Bob!"
General Soros scolded impatiently:
"Please tell me the key points! Your father didn't talk so much when he was serving with me."
"Uh, General, I mean"
The second lieutenant named Bob helplessly maintained the most standard military posture and asked:
"If the little government of the governor of Transia has been overthrown by Yankee criminals and gangsters, or is endangered by those thugs, should we help them out of humanitarian principles?
Or should we take advantage of the chaos to destroy the so-called Scarlet Castle in one fell swoop and plant King Louis’ sacred flag on the land of Transia?”
This question triggered a burst of laughter, which made General Soros feel helpless. Marshal Loren also shook his head. These young people from military aristocratic families in front of him seemed to be a little too optimistic.
It seems that the country's long-term propaganda against the Bosian Confederacy is weak and can be bullied, making these young people really think that the Transian barbarians are vulnerable.
This is not good.
If they really step into Murphy's territory with this kind of mentality, these young people will definitely suffer a bloody blow.
The dwarf marshal originally planned to scold these guys severely.
But then he changed his mind and thought that it was still more than three months before the Black Disaster broke out. It was better to let these young people suffer a severe loss in Murphy's territory than to let them step into the Black Disaster with such a proud mentality.
It's better during the disaster.
Young people always refuse to admit defeat.
You will never give up your immature and stubborn world view until you are beaten to death in the face of cold reality, and you will be resented if you break other people's illusions.
Instead of doing this kind of thing yourself, it's better for that vampire sissy to do it.
Anyway, he is not from the Plantagenet Kingdom, so he does not need to consider the complicated and intricate forces and backgrounds behind these young people that even Marshal Loren is afraid of.
Alas, military nobles are also nobles. They are more warlike and eager to win than ordinary nobles, which is destined to be much more difficult to deal with than ordinary nobles.
Even though Marshal Loren himself was a member of this group, he had to admit that when the military nobles were united, even King Louis had to be a little more cautious.
But whether it was due to the care of the elders or the duty of a superior, Marshal Loren felt that he should give these guys a warning.
So after the lecture, the marshal summoned Fraser, the commander-in-chief of the military observation group, in his office.
After Colonel Fraser entered the office, the dwarf marshal asked directly:
"What kind of problems do you think your team currently has?"
"They are eager to fight, but many of them are going to war for the first time, such as brothers Bob and Denard."
Colonel Fraser was also an old subordinate of the marshal. He knew that this would not be taken lightly, so he answered seriously:
"Although General Soros was very considerate in assigning some young commanders within the Pioneer Corps to me, this cannot change the fact that this military observation group lacks war experience.
Even as a commander, I am not as tested as the veteran soldiers, and the experience gained in ten years of war is obviously difficult to apply in the black disaster.
So in the face of your question, I will answer you. I hope that the Legion can allocate some veterans who are about to retire as our consultants.
In return, we will use the relationships and resources of our respective families to ensure that they enjoy relatively favorable living conditions after they retire."
"Yes, I am very satisfied with your answer."
The dwarf marshal nodded, took out the dwarf pipe from the drawer, filled it with tobacco, and said:
"I am very pleased to see that as the chief officer of the observation team, you have not been dazzled by the victories in the past period.
Due to some political factors, the intelligence obtained from our secret observation of Transia was not communicated to the grassroots officers, so they did not know everything that was happening in Transia.
But as far as my personal senses are concerned, Ravnor Murphy Lesembra is by no means an ordinary vampire. This guy is simply a genius in the ruling field.
He is as natural a 'driver of people' as our King Louis.
I could feel him twisting the various forces of his broken domain together, like putting different iron embryos into a forge and hammering them together into the most violent and sharp alloy.
He has even gained the allegiance of the Hussars!
This must make us re-examine Transia under Murphy's rule. They are not a problem now, but if left unchecked, they will soon become a serious problem for the pioneering legion and even the kingdom.
But fortunately, we are not the only ones who think so, I guess Her Majesty the Wolf Lady’s generals also have the same concerns as us.”
Having said this, Marshal Loren glanced at Colonel Fraser who was listening patiently. He lit his pipe and blew out a puff of rich, spicy smoke.
As the smoke obscured his face, the dwarf marshal whispered:
"You are the heir to the Cape family. You have more channels than me to know everything that is happening in Transia. Fraser, I don't want to hide it from you, but for His Majesty and me, this black disaster is the most perfect.
The result is that the vanguard of the gnolls and Murphy of Transia died together.
In this way, we can save two troubles.
I guess the other party thinks so too, so if there is a chance, the two parties can even cooperate to some extent on this matter.
But you have to be wary of the Yankees.
Those guys who grew up in the cold wind of the wilderness are all as ferocious as wolves, so you must always be on guard against being bitten by them."
"I understand, Your Majesty Marshal."
The colonel was not interested in such harsh thinking.
He felt that considering more interests in the face of a threat of the Black Disaster level was obviously not in line with the Plantagenet Kingdom's pursuit of security.
But on the surface, he still made a gesture of listening and obeying, and he replied:
"I will monitor the situation closely, and if I can find a perfect time, I will try my best to facilitate this, but with all due respect, Marshal. If Governor Murphy is as good as you say, then I don't think he will
There was no preparation for this eventuality.
He may even be thinking about the same idea as us, that is, turning a bad thing like the Black Disaster into a 'good thing'."
"Well, then this will test your commanding skills, Fraser."
Loren smiled.
It can be seen that he does not have much confidence in the attempt he mentioned, which is enough to prove that in the eyes of the dwarf marshal, Murphy has become an opponent that must be taken seriously.
But Marshal Loren, who has always been a strong man, will definitely not admit his admiration for a vampire governor. Therefore, while puffing away the smoke, the dwarf Marshal commented in a disdainful tone:
"To be honest, I can't understand the state of Governor Murphy at this time. He is ruling a group of thugs, hooligans and scum, and the most trustworthy of all those who obey him are a group of barbarians who are illiterate.
That damn place in Transia is like a powder keg.
If I were Murphy, I would probably have insomnia every night.
From this point of view, even a stubborn dwarf like me has to admit that Lord Murphy's achievements in patience and stress resistance are worth learning for all of us.
alright.
Let’s not talk about this anymore, let’s talk about your residence.”
The marshal pointed to the map hanging on the wall and said in a puff of smoke:
"Tell me, where are you going to station your army?"
——
"Ah sneeze!"
In the scarlet corridor, Murphy, who was listening to Miriam's weekly report on time, suddenly sneezed. This reaction without warning not only surprised him, but also made Miriam look at her lord in surprise.
Do vampires sneeze?
Wow, this is really an interesting little bit of useless knowledge.
"Someone must be cursing me behind my back. I guess it's that annoying short-sighted person."
Murphy pinched his nose, looked at Miriam in front of him, and said with great relief:
"Your physical condition is much better than before. Although the dark circles are still there, at least there is no sub-health condition visible to the naked eye like before.
So, has our Scarlet Archon finally learned the art of ruling by doing nothing?”
"Please don't say that."
Miriam, who was indeed much less stressed, shook her head and explained:
"It's because administrative professionals are arriving one after another that a lot of my work has to be assigned. I have to admit that the management talents of these alien spirits are shocking. If you can recruit hundreds more qualified managers,
If the readers come in, Professor Malcolm and I can live a happy life of reading newspapers and fishing every day.
Do you still need to continue reporting?"
"No, no need, you know I actually don't care about these data things."
Murphy waved his hand and said:
"And I trust that my consul will not fool me on the governance level. I am more interested in talking to you about your personal life, Miriam.
You know that Colonel Fraser is about to return to Transia, and you have just seduced his fiancée into becoming a member of Transia.
It even inspired her, a member of the Plantagenet Kingdom, to throw her life and blood for our cause.
Tsk tsk, from this aspect, you are really a terrible person, Miriam, I think you should try Tris’s trickster inheritance, really!
It fits you well."
"Colonel Fraser and I are innocent, and Miss Pinkie Pie and I have a normal relationship as friends."
Miriam has initially met the conditions required by a politician. She faced ridicule without changing her expression and said in a casual tone:
"I am also looking forward to seeing my senior again, but this is not out of selfishness, but it is always good to have an extra support force when the Transia I manage faces a crisis. What's more, we didn't plan it.
? My Lord Governor.
I am also responsible for convincing my senior to station the Plantagenet Kingdom's army in the Cato area. Well, this job sounds difficult.
But I guess I can always find a way.
So, let's continue with today's work report. The next one is about the conflict between the kobold laborers and Yankee thugs in the Dark Baron a few days ago.
I have to regretfully report to you that more than 30 Yankee thugs with complex identities died under the violent kobold mining picks.
This is already the third similar incident this month. The Yankees obviously cannot understand the pragmatic racial management policy currently adopted by the Transians.
They can't understand that in the eyes of managers, hard-working kobold miners are much more useful than them who always shout that this is not good and that is not good.
The investigation results of this incident are clear and concise.
It was a group of thugs with suspected mafia background who tried to plant explosives in the defense line to cause trouble, but they were discovered by the patrolling kobold supervisor.
We rewarded those kobolds with enough candles.
They are very satisfied and have resumed their diligent work. However, the number of our laborers has been seriously insufficient due to multiple consumption, Lord.
We are in urgent need of more laborers who will not feel bad if they die. I guess the kind-hearted Marshal Loren will grant our trivial request. The people in the Plantagenet Kingdom are quite good, what do you think? Your Majesty the Governor."