In the evening, Kislev's commercial street is now empty. Many shops have nothing in them, and many shops are closed. There are many soldiers patrolling the streets, most of them soldiers sent by the empire. They also
They were all freezing, cursing how cold it was in the north.
Prices continue to rise, and the prices of daily necessities, especially daliba and salt, have risen rapidly. Meat and sugar have almost disappeared. Even the prices of firewood and coal have increased a lot, which fully guarantees that the refugees cannot afford them.
pick up anything.
The heavy snowfall is still falling, and Kislev is really a bitter cold place that many imperial troops are unwilling to come to. It is said that some imperial people staying here will be too hard because of the endless snow and the muddy environment in spring.
The chewy bread and weird-tasting food drove him insane.
But this place is the first line of defense for the old world against the chaos of the north, and it is also the buffer zone for civilization and order to face the tide of destruction.
There were a lot of refugees on the commercial street. It was estimated that there were hundreds of them. Most of them were not fully clothed and had no food to eat. They were crowded together to keep warm. The Imperial soldiers could only sigh when they saw this scene. There were huge piles of people piled up on both sides of the street.
Straw mats, everyone knows what these straw mats are for.
The appearance of a group of Ugor soldiers attracted everyone's attention. Many refugees struggled to come up to ask for some food, but Beria just shook his head and signaled the soldiers to pick up their weapons. The refugees had to retreat and continue to huddle on the street corner.
.
No matter how crazy the refugee is, he will not think of robbing this group of people. He is more likely to rob shops and citizens than to find this group of people in trouble. Just like many people know that there are a lot of treasures stored in the Imperial Military Camp and the Ulric Temple.
Food, but does anyone dare to snatch it?
"Actually, if I continue to stay in the Internal Affairs Committee, I have a chance to succeed Yezhov." Beria led a group of Ugor horse archers passing by, and the general said casually: "Yezhov worked for our tsarina.
Too many things have happened, and I don’t think he can live for long. When that time comes, Her Majesty Katalin will not hesitate at all. After all, there are many people who want to succeed him."
The beautiful Kislev girl Khorkina, dressed warmly, followed behind Beria. She had a mutton pie, a piece of buttered bread and a bowl of corn and ham soup for lunch today, and her stomach was full.
Beautifully in my heart.
Although he made sacrifices for his family, having enough to eat now is better than anything else.
"General, I have thought about it carefully. Her Majesty Katalin is only treating the symptoms but not the root cause, and doing this to officers will cause great losses to the army's combat effectiveness." Shelepin was still thinking about what happened before, and the Ugor officer was still thinking about it.
I couldn't bear it: "What if the Ksar warriors and the shooting army cause trouble?"
"It's useless if it's small. If it gets really big, just kill Yezhov and do the job." Beria shook his head: "Have you done what I told you before?"
"We got the news." Shelepin immediately said with indignation: "General Andrei, who was responsible for logistics and payment of unpaid wages, was convicted after his death."
"What crime?"
"Afraid of sin, commit suicide."
"Hmph!" Beria sneered: "Shelepin, now you know why I want to lead everyone to be loyal to His Majesty Lane, right? Following the right person is more important than anything else. Do you think His Majesty Lane would do such a thing?"
Everyone nodded, it would be better to follow His Majesty Ryan!
While they were talking, a group of imperial soldiers passed by carrying a roll of straw mats. The straw mats were rolled up, revealing only pairs of feet that were black, ulcerated, and covered with frostbite.
The snow was still falling, and the whistling wind covered up the voices of everyone. After passing a few streets, they finally found a relief site. There were several large iron pots set up here, hung up and heated by firewood. The inside was gurgling.
Not knowing what to cook, there were probably dozens of soldiers on guard around the area. Seeing Beria and his party appear, the leading officer shouted: "Ugor people? What are you doing here? Look at your equipment? Are you mercenaries? Or are you?
Does your Majesty have an order?"
Outside, the queue waiting to have porridge stretched for one or two kilometers.
"I am Lieutenant General of Cavalry and Special Envoy of the King of Knights of Britannia, Beria-Gulag!" Beria showed the document. The officer was startled and immediately saluted: "See General, Keesler
Michalovich, 2nd Platoon, 1st Company, 3rd Battalion of the City Defense Battalion!"
"Well, what's cooking?" Beria looked at the smoking cauldron. The water in the pot hadn't boiled yet and was a bit green in color. But after looking at it for a long time, Beria couldn't tell what was cooking in the pot.
"Cooking...cooking porridge." Miha said a little embarrassedly: "It will take a while before the porridge is ready."
"Porridge? Porridge?" Beria looked at it for a long time. He and Shelepin looked at each other: "Stop the fire first!"
"Yes!" Mihalovich obeyed.
The big iron pot was turned off, and Beria stretched his head towards the big iron pot.
Facing the cauldron, he saw a handsome guy, wearing a pair of round rimless glasses, with a handsome face, elegant and easy-going, wearing a Britannia military uniform, with the Eight Peaks Great Expedition Memorial Medal and the third-class medal on his chest.
The Golden Iris Medal is an honor awarded to soldiers who participated in the Great Expedition to the Eight Peaks Mountains.
Beria calmly adjusted his collar in front of the big iron pot, patted the snowflakes off his shoulders, and then extended his hand to the person who was cooking porridge. The other person was stunned for a moment, but he soon understood.
He understood Beria's intention and handed him the big iron spoon in his hand.
General Ugor put a large iron spoon into the bottom of the pot and stirred it back and forth vigorously, stirring the whole pot until the contents were finally exposed.
The pot was full of grass roots, bark, and rotten pickle leaves. Beria took a big iron spoon and scooped it out twice. He felt that it was just a pot of hot water. Then he stirred it vigorously a few times and poured some water deep into the bottom of the pot.
After fishing deeply, he finally found a few unground rye grains and even fewer buckwheat grains. The general nodded approvingly: "Well, porridge, yes, it's porridge, or rye porridge! Well, it smells good.
It smells so good!”
Hearing his words, Mihailovich felt sad. Even so, there was only one bag of rye and half a bag of buckwheat left in the relief shed, and there were thousands of people lining up!
"Esun, what the hell is porridge?!" Young Shelepin felt his blood rushing to his head. He was about to roar, but Beria reached out to stop him: "Okay, let's take a look.
Just know it.”
After saying that, Beria also said to Mihailovich: "I think you don't have much food left, so you should use it sparingly."
"……yes."
Beria led the people away from the relief site, and Shelepin chased after him anxiously: "General, these bastards, do they dare to call this porridge? Is this porridge?"
"Of course this is porridge." Beria said calmly: "It's original and full of Kislev's unique flavor. It's just a little thin, but that's not important. On the contrary... it's very good. The porridge is thin.
The rarer, the better! This is the right amount!”
"That's enough. After confirming with our own eyes that the porridge is so thin, we can almost send a diplomatic note and apply to see Her Majesty Katalin."
Three days later, Kislev City, Bokha Palace.
Lieutenant General Ugor Cavalry and the special envoy of the King of Britannia Knights, Beria Gulag, were allowed to enter the palace hall to pay a visit to the Czarina Catherine.
Although the Kingdom of Kislev is not big, it has many rules, and Beria and others have to strictly abide by them. Otherwise, even if no one dares to kill him, he will suffer a little hardship and fail to get things done.
First of all, no one can turn their back to the Tsarina, which means that they must walk backwards when leaving. Of course, Her Majesty Katalin is often very busy, and she is usually the first to leave when a meeting ends.
No one was allowed to sit facing the Tsarina unless the Tsarina asked for a seat, or the person had no legs.
No one can stand behind the Tsarina.
No one can be higher than the Tsarina.
People with a lower status than Boyer are not allowed to talk to the Tsarina. Even Boyer can only speak when the Tsarina asks questions and invites her, and must first say "In reply to Your Majesty...".
There were a lot of red tape, but Beria always remained calm. He kept bending down until Her Majesty Katalin slowly ascended the high Tsar's throne.
The general and several legendary ice witches knelt down on one knee: "With the blessing of Meng Esun, Lieutenant General Ugor, the Britannian envoy, Belia Gulag brought from the far south.
Greetings from King of Knights Lion Malcador."
"Kneel down on your remaining leg, Beria!" Katalin's voice was very cold and without any emotion. The tsarina sat on the tsar's throne and said lightly: "Otherwise
You can leave."
"..." Beria immediately knelt on his knees, lowering his head to prevent others from seeing the flash of anger in his eyes.
"Knight girl...oh, no, I mean our King of Knights sent you all the way. What's the matter?" The queen said calmly: "I'm very busy with many things."
"After His Majesty Lane returned victoriously from the Eight Peaks Mountain Expedition, he sent me to share the joy of his victory with the generals and Boyers of the Ice and Snow Kingdom and to send greetings to His Majesty Katalin for her perseverance in the north. We have prepared some preparations.
I would like to ask Her Majesty the Tsarina and the generals to accept the small profit." Beria's face did not change, his heart did not beat, he
After waving his hand, some gifts were brought in from outside. The generals and Boyes were feeling very uncomfortable because they were forced to spit out some of the loot. They were very happy to see the gifts. The gifts Beria sent were fine salt and
White sugar and brown sugar, medicines in short supply, boxes of high-end white bread and a lot of frozen meat, everyone was smiling.
"Well, Your Majesty Ryan is interested." Katalin's cold face remained unchanged and she just said casually, as if she was dissatisfied that the gift was not enough or not good enough: "Get up."
It is not difficult to understand that the situation in Kislev is very unstable now. The tsarina must be hoping to make a big windfall to solve the problem. Beria rolled her eyes and stood up: "And, the female elder of Jialan Ou Ruo
Ms. La and Councilwoman Ms. Teresa also asked me to bring some small gifts to Her Majesty Katalin and the Ice Witch Sisters."
The attendant handed over two boxes, which contained some high-end cosmetics, perfumes, five unopened boxes of Wolford velvet and forged pantyhose, as well as refined sugar cubes, honey, and Bordeaux wine. Katalin's eyes lit up.
She immediately signaled to accept it: "Aurora, she still has time to prepare a gift for me? It's not easy. I think she should think about what to do next! The thing is very good, I accepted it and gave me a seat.
"
General, the Boyers looked at it with burning eyes. The things the ice witches got in Kislev are super luxuries that are priceless but not marketable!
"Give me a seat!" The Krim guards moved a small ridge and asked Beria to sit down.
General Ugor secretly laughed in his heart. Without her father's commanding ability and strong prestige, who personally charged into battle and convinced the soldiers, how could the tsarina rule the country relatively effectively? How could she rely on it?
It is the Kislev Ice Witch Sisterhood. These ice witches have married great nobles, generals and boyars, becoming their wives and female courtiers, thus controlling the nobles. Katalin is the ice witch.
The undisputed leader.
The two sides exchanged some usual pleasantries and talked about some useless topics. Katalin was very concerned about how much Ryan had captured during the expedition to the Eight Peaks Mountains, but Beria's answer was spotless.
When Katalin finished asking, Beria said that he came here to form a new army and planned to recruit hundreds of Ugor people. The tsarina agreed without thinking, but emphasized that in addition to the employment fee,
Give the kingdom a "training fee".
Beria was not surprised by this, even if the issue had been discussed.
The second problem is that Beria still has a large amount of goods to get rid of, including a large amount of grain, meat, salt, sugar, textiles and daily necessities. This batch of goods brought by Beria is simply a solution to Kislev
As a matter of urgency, the Tsarina and the State Duma immediately decided to eat it all and exchanged it for a large amount of gold and silver, magic ore, bearskin, wood and iron and copper ore from the Norsca Expedition. Beria took the opportunity to ask for a very high price.
It is much higher than the standard purchase price given by Lane.
Then, for the third question, Beria emphasized: "Your Majesty, I want to buy some people from you."
"Buying someone? Does His Majesty Lane have no one in his hands? Or is all his rich land rotten?" The Czarina said impatiently: "Who do you want to buy?"
"We want to buy some people from Cheka prisons." Beria said cautiously: "Some people...can't die in Cheka prisons, right?"
"Wait! Do you want to buy... No, absolutely not!" The Czarina immediately understood what Beria meant, and she sternly said: "No way! These are traitors and desperadoes! I will never
These people are not allowed to leave Kislev, even to foreign countries!”
"We are willing to pay a high price!" Beria repeated.
"No, it's no!" Katalin repeated.
"Then...I heard that many officers and soldiers have been arrested in the past few days?" Beria had no choice but to do the next best thing. He tried again: "If it is possible..."
"No, I have already sentenced many people, and they will all be executed within a week!" The tsarina continued: "You came too late, Beria."
"...Then, I see that there are many bankrupt workers and hungry intellectuals in the prison and on the streets. The kind His Majesty Lane is willing to give them a way out. We also need these people." Beria frowned and thought for a long time.
He took another step back.
The tsarina was silent, and Katalin thought that it would not be good to continue to refuse. Moreover, for Kislev, the population was a heavy burden. If she could get rid of some of the burden, she could get some much-needed food and supplies.
It seems that cash is not unacceptable to help the kingdom tide over the difficulties. With the current situation in Kislev, workers and intellectuals cannot play a role.
Ryan is now famous throughout the old world. If you establish a good relationship with him, you might be able to get military and material assistance from Britannia in the future!
After thinking for a few minutes, Katalin finally nodded reluctantly: "Akinfeev! Demilov!"
"Here!" the Tsarina's Minister of Internal Affairs and Finance stood up.
"You take Beria and go to the prison to select people first. Remember, I don't want to say more about who is allowed and who is not allowed."
"yes!"
Everyone dispersed.
When Beria came out under the leadership of Akinfeev and Demilov, General Ugor felt a little anxious.
This time when he came to Kislev, there was a man who he had to find out and send to Britannia.
This man is called Sergo, Kislev's former chief engineer and one of the designers and manufacturers of the Hellstorm rocket launcher. He is now imprisoned in the deepest part of the Cheka prison.
Britannia's gun workshop wanted to have the ability to design and produce a super-killing weapon like the Hellstorm rocket launcher. This man was the only hope. Ryan gave a death order for this. If necessary, he would do it at any cost.
, Great Engineer Shelgo must be rescued and sent to the Kingdom of Knights!