Chapter 107: Strategy and Tactics (I)

The officers and men of the 16th Branch, which included Becker and Mouse, soon reached the vicinity of Tequira Wolff, the "Land of Bridges".

Far away, Becker had already seen on the deck the huge bridge that seemed to divide the sea and the sky, and there was no end in sight, even with Becker's knowledge of the twenty-first century, accustomed to seeing and living in the steel and concrete jungle, he couldn't help but be a little amazed.

There was a small pier under the huge bridge, and as one of the best "brave generals" of the 16th Branch, it was natural that the warship where Becker and the rat were the first to dock, and after observing it, Becker drew his sword, and took the officers and soldiers who also carried guns and swords to the dock, and then ascended the stairs to the bridge.

Climbing the bridge, Becker found that the situation was not as bad as expected, or that it had been well controlled, although there were still several corpses of laborers and sailors on the bridge deck that had not been cleaned up, and there were occasional moans of the wounded, but there were already several groups of navy soldiers patrolling.

A group of laborers in gray thin clothes were chained by handcuffs and ankles, and sat on the ground numbly under the point of the gun, the thin clothes could not block the chill from the cold cement, the shivering laborers would adjust their posture from time to time, occasionally a few laborers peeked at the naval soldiers who were watching them with resentful expressions, and after being discovered by the navy, they would be knocked down by a rifle butt, and then dragged out and beaten violently, at this time, the laborers who kept making small movements would be like being frozen, and they all froze and did not dare to move.

As soon as Becker stepped onto the bridge, a navy soldier ran to the commander to pay his respects, and a few moments later, a middle-aged naval officer with a sturdy appearance and a pot-bellied local officer in a dark red robe trotted over.

The robed, pot-bellied officer wore a cotton hat on his head and a feather of an unknown bird on top of it, and as he swayed from side to side, the weather was getting colder, and even then he was still sweating profusely for a short distance.

The pot-bellied officer came to Becker and asked breathlessly, "What base are you from?" ”

"The Sixteenth Branch." Becker responded.

Becker looked at the rank of the naval officer who had come with him, and realized that it was a major, so he gave a slow salute and asked, "Sir, is the situation under control?" ”

"Branch 16?" When the major heard this, he complained, "I am from the 153rd branch, and you are obviously the closest, but you came the slowest to come, and the matter on the bridge was solved, so you came." ”

Becker just smiled and ignored the other party's complaints, although the other party's rank was higher than him, but this time Roy and the mouse were also there, and a major couldn't suppress him.

Becker tells Crick to run to inform the rat and Roy of the situation, and then asks the pot-bellied officer about Tagera Wolff.

In previous years, there was actually a commotion in Tequira Wolff, after all, there was a lack of food and clothing, and the laborers had to bear the hardships of daily labor, and the slightest slack was severely beaten by the overseers.

But this bridge is an island, and supplies all rely on foreign ships, even if the workers overthrow the management of the overseers, as long as the world government and navy set up checkpoints on the side of the bridge, send heavy troops to guard them, and there are no outsiders to respond, the workers will succeed in their rebellion, and there is no other choice but to jump overseas.

Most of the laborers who have lived here for many years know this, so in previous years, only new convicts would make trouble, and the momentum was generally not high, and there was no major disturbance.

This time because the pirates harassed the ship's supply line, the officials on the bridge were derelict in their duties, and they didn't even make preparations when winter came, and as soon as there was a problem with the supply line, the already difficult living conditions of the workers on the bridge suddenly dropped below the red line, and the managers did not pay attention to this, and issued harsh work indicators as before, and as a result, the number of hungry and cold laborers resisted far more than before, and the officials who were frightened immediately reported the situation.

It's just that the laborers of Tequira Wolff are short of food and clothing, and they don't have the slightest ammunition supply, and they are basically powerless in the face of the naval soldiers, and the situation on the bridge is easily controlled, if it were not for the fear of damaging the bridge and not allowing the navy to use artillery, then it would be even easier to suppress it.

After a while, the other officers and men of the 16th branch surrounded Colonel Roy on the bridge, he didn't pay attention to the major's complaints, the headquarters order to the 16th branch was to suppress the commotion on Tagera Wolf, so he unceremoniously drove the officers and soldiers of the 153rd branch away, and commanded his officers and men to take over the supervision of the bridge, obviously Colonel Roy knew that it was much easier to keep an eye on these unarmed laborers than to brave the gradually cold sea breeze to hunt down pirates everywhere.

The official level crushed people to death, not to mention that Colonel Roy had a military order, and the hapless major could only take his men and leave in a boat in anger to chase down the pirates who were wandering around the sea like rats.

Colonel Roy personally arranged for the officers and men to patrol and monitor the laborers on the bridge, and since the officers and men of the Sixteenth Branch were to be stationed on the bridge for a certain period of time, until the supply lines were secure and the unrest had completely subsided, Becker and Fafnier were ordered to arrange lodging for the officers and men on the bridge.

In the face of Becker, who was still a junior not long ago, but soon became an equal to himself, Ensign Fafnier, who was a child, could see it, at least on the surface.

The bridge of Tekila Wolf is amazingly large, and the laborers and managers live on the bridge on weekdays, so there are still living buildings on the bridge, all kinds of living facilities are complete, and the simple labor residences like warehouses are neatly and densely arranged together, no wonder it is called a country.

Becker walked among them, looking at these warehouse-like, almost simple dwellings carved out of a mold, and felt that it looked very much like the prefabricated houses he had seen in his previous life, probably designed for the convenience of dismantling and building as the bridge extended.

"I don't know how to keep warm inside." Becker stepped forward and tapped his finger lightly on the thin wall of the warehouse.

"There was a lot of fuel on board, which was enough to keep the soldiers warm during this time." Faveniel said disapprovingly.

Becker didn't explain that he cared about more than just the soldiers, and nodded in response.

After making a round trip, the two of them made a note of the warehouses that guarded the various points of the quarters, which were designated as resting quarters for the soldiers, and as for the officers, of course, they lived in the houses vacated by the managers of Tequira Wolff.

Becker was a strong-willed man, and would keep it in habit whenever and wherever he could, and the next morning, at dawn, Becker woke up the sleepy-eyed Crick as usual, and took him on patrol the sentry.

Fafnier and Becker lived in the same room, and the sound of Becker getting up also alarmed him.

Fafnier struggled to get up from the bed, watched Becker go out, thought for a while, and then jumped out of the bed, did not wash, and chased out the door with the head of the chicken coop and his shoes.

Winter was approaching, and it was one of the coldest times of the day, and Favenier had just gone out and was shivered by the cold wind, and whispered to Becker, "Wait for me," and "snorted" back into the house.

Becker turned around strangely, and saw Fafnier staggering out of the room again with a coat in his coat.