Chapter five hundred and thirty seventh wildfire plan
Chapter 537 Wildfire Plan
After more than two years, Claude finally returned to Lanhu City. However, it was already dark when he was not far from the city. Lieutenant Colonel Mason Hughes came up and asked Claude which home he wanted to return to. Claude thought for a while and decided.
First go to the Covenbelen Manor in the western suburbs, which is the love nest of he and Sheila. Sheila's real name is Sirilati Covenbelen. When Claude built this manor, he named it after Sheila's surname, which also means
This manor is Sheila's private property.
In the first half of last year, he entrusted Sheila to escort the property collected in the Kingdom of Nasseri back to the overseas autonomous territories. After that, Sheila did not return to the Farea continent, but stayed in the manor to study the magic books collected by the royal family obtained from the Nasseri royal family.
and scrolls. She was more casual and followed Claude to the eastern region of Farea for nearly a year. She wanted to return to her manor, so Claude had to let her return in the name of escorting property.
Overseas Dominions.
After arriving at the manor, Sheila was pleasantly surprised. She was busy arranging for Claude and his party to eat, drink and wash themselves. She spent a warm night with Claude, allowing Claude to relieve the fatigue and tiredness from the long journey. But Claude the next day
He still got up early, he was going to the military region headquarters today, and Colonel Bokoal had been waiting for him for three days.
The remaining officers at the Dominion Military Region Headquarters were very excited when they discovered Claude's arrival. After all, the five giants of the Dominion Military Region had gone to the mainland of the Kingdom, and no one dared to make the final decision on some things. Just like this time the eight colonies on the west coast expelled overseas autonomous territories.
Like the trading houses and merchants, the left-behind officers in the Dominion Military Region didn't know how to deal with it. Now that Claude is back, almost everyone feels that they have a backbone and their minds have calmed down.
After smiling and nodding in return to the remaining officers who saluted him, Claude returned to his office. The place had been cleaned, and it was very clean and dust-free. He stroked the desktop with his white-gloved hand.
and the back of the chair, and found that the gloves were still as white as new. Claude nodded with satisfaction, took off his outer cloak and handed it to Mason Hughes. He gave a brief instruction: "Ask Colonel Boquear from the Military Intelligence Department to come...
."
After Claude returned and arrived at the Patres military port this time, he sent an eagle message to the military region headquarters, asking them to notify Colonel Bockal of the Military Intelligence Department to wait for his arrival at the military region headquarters. He also asked the Military Intelligence Department and Colonel Bockal to wait for his arrival at the military region headquarters.
Prepare all the information on the eight colonies on the west coast for his inquiry. Obviously, Claude is preparing to respond to the embargo imposed by the eight colonies on the west coast against overseas autonomous territories.
It's just that Claude didn't expect that he would stay in Port Patres for four more days and not return to Lanhu City immediately. The reason was very simple. He and Admiral of the Ironclad Fleet, General Murray Ed, found Master Bird and discussed providing services.
The matter of giving sixteen armored warships to the kingdom. Although there are already plans to renovate and decorate the first-generation ironclad warships and deliver them to the kingdom, this requires on-site inspections to discuss what should be dismantled and how to decorate them into new ones.
This battleship alone took three days, and then Master Bird took me to discuss technical issues for another day...
Although Claude's current level is far less than that of Master Gabode, the great master of technology, he has seen a lot of information from his past life just by looking at it. Sometimes a casual word can trigger the connection between Master Bode and other technical masters.
The personnel's deep thoughts and epiphanies led to Claude being pestered by Master Bird and others for another day before finally running back in sweat.
After just such a delay, Colonel Bockard waited for him at the military headquarters for three days in vain. So during these three days, Claude kept sneezing. Obviously, Colonel Bockard, who had not arrived after waiting for him for three days,
He must have a lot of resentment, and he was always whispering about him behind his back...
Less than two minutes after the adjutant, Lieutenant Colonel Mason Hughes, left, Colonel Bockard broke into Claude's office with a lot of information. That is to say, Colonel Bockard, who was Claude's teenage friend, would be in Claude's office.
With such naturalness in front of him, generally speaking, Claude has now become the marshal of the kingdom. When other officers see Claude, they must be respectful and stand up straight. In other words, Colonel Bockard does not care about Claude's rank, so he can do whatever he wants.
.....
Watching Colonel Bockard put down the documents in his hands on his desk, he turned around and went to the wine cabinet to find some good wine to taste. Claude could only shake his head, having no way to deal with Bockard's stupid scoundrel. He used his hands to
He tapped his dip pen on the wine glass in front of him, and Claude said: "It's a pity, Boa, that you didn't follow me back to the kingdom to fight in the mainland this time, otherwise the rank of a general and the title of hereditary baron of the kingdom would not be yours."
This time the two regiments went on an expedition. Colonel Bokoar did not go with them. Instead, he stayed in the overseas autonomous territories and was responsible for the smuggling business of the eight colonies on the west coast, as well as the underground transactions of the Buffalo Trading Company, and the commercial trade with the Nikancha people.
Management. Anyway, Colonel Boker said that he likes to do business and does not like to go to the battlefield, so the military region headquarters gave him all the commercial and trade matters that cannot be publicly announced to the outside world...
"You know, Claude, I'm not interested in those." Bockar finally found a bottle of fruit wine that satisfied him, took a cup, opened the lid and drank it himself: "In fact, our family is all
I am very satisfied with the living environment in the overseas dominions and do not want to return to the Kingdom. My father was full of sorrow when he left. Now, he is full of energy and is working hard to develop connections and connections for the family business in the overseas dominions."
Claude didn't mind that his teenage friend called him by his first name. He pulled out a book and looked through it: "By the way, the eight-nation west coast colony has imposed a trade ban on our overseas autonomous territories for four months.
So, what's the situation there now?"
Bockar drank the fruit wine in the cup, put the cup on the coffee table, and walked towards the desk with a straight face. He knew very well that what Claude wanted to discuss with him next was business.
"How should I put it? It's very strict, very strict. There are about 20,000 to 30,000 people who have been punished just for carrying prohibited items. Most of them are small traders who walk around the streets. They are not smugglers, they are just smugglers.
The smugglers took the goods to sell, but were caught by the patrols, and then they were in bad luck. Let's put it this way, now as long as pedestrians are carrying goods produced in our Dominion, they will be arrested as soon as they are discovered.
For the local officials of the eight colonies on the west coast, this ban on trade in our autonomous territory is actually a good opportunity to make money. They first fined the caught criminals, and then sentenced them to hard labor. Those who had no money were sentenced to a few more
In 2017, the rich depended on how much they paid. The more money they gave, the lighter the sentence. If they were fed, they would only need to be locked up in the patrol cell for one night before they could be released." Bokhar said in front of his desk.
Sit down on the chair.
Claude pointed to the fruit wine and cup on the coffee table: "You can bring it here, and we can chat while drinking. When you finish drinking, go and get another bottle."
Bockaar shook his head: "We are going to talk about business today, and we will drink later."
"Okay." Claude nodded: "Then tell me, what exactly is this ban on trade, and which country took the lead?"
Bockar found a blue-covered folder from a pile of information on the desk and handed it to Claude: "In fact, as we analyzed, the eight colonies on the west coast are affected by the daily necessities and commodities produced by our autonomous territory.
The smuggling of various goods has turned them into dumping grounds for goods from our overseas dominions.
Just like the branches of the commercial banks in our autonomous territory opened in the colonies of the eight countries on the west coast, even if they abide by the law and pay taxes on time, they have actually affected the colonial profits of the eight countries in the southern Farea continent.
The purchase price of the products there is higher than that paid by the merchants of their kingdom, the goods we sell are cheaper and of better quality than the merchants of their kingdom, and the business firm we opened there can freely exchange banknotes...
Since our overseas autonomous territories defeated the Kingdom of Hicks in the last colonial war and annihilated more than ten of its standing legions, although the eight colonies on the west coast were dissatisfied with us dumping goods to them, they were only paying lip service.
It was just a protest, and they did not dare to use force or issue war threats against our autonomous territory. They could only increase the types of prohibited transactions and customs inspections on the exported goods from our autonomous territory.
In addition, the goods our Dominion actually sells to them through normal channels are not the prohibited goods that they want to prohibit entry, so they have no excuse to cut off business dealings with us, and our Dominion trading house opens branches in the eight colonies on the west coast regardless of
When purchasing local products or selling self-produced goods, we must pay taxes and fees in accordance with regulations, so that local colonial officials cannot catch our trading company.
The main reason is that smuggling merchants in various colonies are rampant. As long as they are daily necessities produced in our autonomous territory, they are smuggled there. Compared with the goods shipped by the eight colonies from their respective countries, the goods produced in our autonomous territory are
They are more competitive in terms of price, quality, and style. Ultimately, the eight colonies on the West Coast are unable to sell the goods of their respective home countries, and the warehouses are full of these unsalable goods.
A businessman from the United Kingdom of the Fox Islands went bankrupt because of this, and he threw himself into the sea as a result. After the incident broke out, the businessmen from the United Kingdom of the Fox Islands complained to their own king, and then the king sent special envoys to visit the other seven southern countries.
After unifying their positions, we decided to implement a trade ban on our overseas autonomous territories in the eight colonies on the west coast, strictly prohibit smuggling transactions, and no longer let their colonies become a dumping ground for goods from our overseas autonomous territories..."
Claude opened the blue-covered folder. Inside was a relatively thick personnel file. Each page contained a person's information, recording which colony the person came from, name, age, family members, personal assets, and purchase channels.
and sales performance and other information. Claude looked at it for a while, flipped through a few pages and put the blue-covered folder on the desk: "Are these the smugglers you selected? They are all from Nikancha...
....”
"No, they are not Nikancha people." Bokhar shook his head and said: "If they hear you call them Nikancha people, then they will ask you for a life-and-death duel. Say to them, Nikancha people are an insult.
Their name, they call themselves Pamigal..."
"Pamigals? Is there any difference? They are all mixed races..." Claude disagreed.
"Although they are all mixed race, their skin color is lighter than that of the Nikancha people." After saying so much, Bockaar began to feel thirsty, so he got up and went to the coffee table to get the bottle of fruit wine and cup he had opened.
Come over: "The West Coast is different from our overseas autonomous territories. The colonies there have a history of more than two hundred years. The Nikancha people have been mixed many times, and it is normal for their skin color to become lighter. In addition, after long-term training, many lazy habits have also
has been changed.
At the same time, the quality of these Pamigal people is better than that of the Nikancha people. At least they can study and work hard to make money, and like us, they are very responsible for their families. If you have contact with them,
You will find that they are indeed not the same race as the Nikancha people. Just as their native language calls themselves Pamigars, Pamigars means people who are civilized, honest, reputable and not afraid of hardships."
"Are they all from Pamigal?" Claude pointed to the blue-covered folder.
Bockal took a few sips of the fruit wine, put down the glass and shook his head: "No, the Pamigar people are just a type of people they call themselves. More than two hundred years of colonial history have allowed them to recognize the identity of their colonial country, and at the same time they have inherited
Historical conflicts and disputes between countries.
For example, these mixed-race people in several colonies of the United Kingdom of Fox Islands call themselves the Blue Storks, which means darlings of the sea and warriors in the wind and waves. They are good at fishing and diving in the sea.
The mixed-race people in the colony of the Kingdom of Resnia call themselves Rusmans, which means herders, or cattle herders. The mixed-race people in the Principality of Leriolo call themselves Gibgoths, which means runners, chasing the light.
They worship the god of fire. Only the mixed-race people from the Kingdom of Morosik and the Principality of Federo claim to be Pamigals.
In addition, the mixed-race people in the Principality of Vasiliko, the Kingdom of Carmenline and the Opsaro City-State Alliance have several names, unlike the mixed-race people in the colonies of those five countries who have a unified racial name.
Interestingly, the Principality of Leriolo and the Opsaro City-State Alliance have a long history of grievances. In history, the two countries have fought seven wars, which are called the Seven Hundred Years' War in history books. The people of the two countries are hostile to each other, resulting in the collapse of the colonies.
The mixed-race people have also inherited this grudge, and both sides look down on the other...
The Kingdom of Resnia and the Kingdom of Kamanlane also had three territorial conflicts in the colonies. As a result, the Rusmans in the colony of the Kingdom of Resnia extremely hated Dolamana and Marcha in the colony of the Kingdom of Kamenlane.
Lin people.
It is said that the Malcharin people of the Kingdom of Kamanlane once broke into the colony of the Kingdom of Resnia, burned, killed and looted, causing a massacre that killed tens of thousands of Rusmans. Then the Rusmans in the colony of the Kingdom of Resnya
They retaliated, but they found the wrong target and pushed the Doramana people to the ground and rubbed them, so the three ethnic groups formed a deadly feud..."
"It's so complicated..." Claude sighed.
"That's true." Bockal nodded in agreement and poured himself another glass of fruit wine: "Actually, I personally think that many of the conflicts between various ethnic groups are caused by the colonists deliberately instigating them. If you look carefully, they are actually of the same race.
Just like the colonists contemptuously called them all Nikancha people.
The candidates for smugglers in this blue folder are all well-known and responsive guys in the eight colonies on the west coast. They are rich and powerful and have high local prestige. Except for their skin color, they are different from us.
There is no difference between them. The most important thing is that they are all more ambitious and hope to liberate their own nation...
The eight colonies on the west coast adopt a relatively discriminatory attitude towards these mixed ethnic groups. Just like Tez Singh Nora Taganem on the first page, he was sent back to Morosi by his biological father when he was young.
He went to school in the Kingdom of Ke, but suffered discrimination because of his skin color, so he finally dropped out of school and ran back. His father was a minor nobleman, and after his death, he inherited all the family property and titles.
He was also considered a local celebrity in the colony of the Kingdom of Morosik, but he was nicknamed the Half-blood Baron, and was sometimes called the Bastard Baron, and was deeply ostracized. So he wanted to establish an independent Pamigal country.
Only then did he engage in smuggling to make money, with the intention of organizing a private armed force. He once asked me if the Dominion could support his plan to build a nation. He hoped that we would provide him with weapons and send military instructors so that he could form an armed force capable of destroying the colonial garrison...
..."
"Are all the smugglers in this folder such careerists?" Claude asked.
"Some are, some are not." Bolonik thought for a while and replied: "Tazsingh Nora Taganem was the only smuggler who asked me about the establishment of an independent country. I didn't really know him at that time.
I could politely refuse, but later I sent someone to secretly investigate his life experience and personal experience, and found that he was the most suitable candidate, so I ranked him on the first page.
Some of the latter candidates are due to personal grievances, some are due to family feuds, and some are ambitious adventurers. I am not sure where they will go in the end. But what is confirmed is that they are all mixed races and have a strong interest in the colony.
They are deeply disgusted with the current situation, and they all have dreams of changing the world.
That’s why I selected them all and made them the candidates for this wildfire plan. I believe that if I provide them with weapons and military assistance, they will be able to set off a wave of national liberation and independent nation-building in the eight colonies on the west coast. Even if they fail,
The eight countries that can do this are too busy to take care of themselves and no longer have the ability to impose any trade ban on our autonomous territories."
Claude stood up, walked around the office, lowered his head and thought for a while, and then said to Bockaar: "You will be responsible for this wildfire plan. I will put Blovik's special wolf fang into your hands."
The brigade is assigned to you to cooperate with your work and be responsible for protecting your safety.
I can satisfy you with all the necessary military supplies, funding and personnel needs, but I don’t want this wildfire plan to shine only for a moment. I hope to see these colonies on the west coast truly liberated and established independent countries. That would be the most beneficial to our Dominion.