"The lads are great!", Sergeant Johnson staggered a little as he walked, he drank so much that he couldn't even stand up if it weren't for Mr. Kersma's visit.

Mr. Kersmar was a very discerning man, and he frowned slightly and glanced at Sergeant Johnson, "You should drink less, Anna is dead, she deserves it, and you shouldn't be responsible for everything." ”

Johnson suddenly fell silent, the name Anna was so familiar to him, the familiarity had been etched into his soul. It was his wife, the first and only woman he had ever loved in his life, but this woman killed Sheriff Johnson's son, as well as her own son, and Sheriff Johnson's entire family, just to force Sheriff Johnson to name some people.

The woman was an undercover agent, a spy, a vicious woman who played with Sheriff Johnson's feelings and stabbed him dozens of times in the heart. He knew that Mr. Kersma was right, that the woman was dead, and he had watched the bullet go into her head, and he had seen her fall to the ground, and she couldn't have lived. But I don't know why, he was scared all the time, he felt that Anna was by his side, and he would pounce and kill him anytime and anywhere!

That vicious woman!

This incident caused Johnson to never have the idea of marrying a wife and having children again, he couldn't get over that level in his heart, he felt sorry for many people, including the Mr. Kersma in front of him. Of course, he was also grateful to Mr. Kersma, who did not kill himself on such occasions, but forgave himself.

But...... He shook his head, "I can't live without alcohol anymore, I'm just an old drunkard now, and I can't do anything Mr. Kersma." ”

Mr. Kersma snorted twice, "I've never thought about asking you to do anything great, I just think you'll die in the bottle one day if you drink like this." Anna didn't kill you, the nobles didn't kill you, I didn't kill you, but you died in such a meaningless thing, so it's better to say hello to me when you feel that you have almost lived enough, and I will help you solve your pain. ”

"How's it going, Walt?"

Johnson laughed dryly, saying that he was finished, but he didn't want to die. Even if he spent every day in a drowsiness, he didn't think about dying. He knew that his courage had been shattered in that catastrophe, and perhaps he had never had the courage to do so.

The Civil Guard's training site was just outside the town, and it only took about fifteen minutes to walk, and the two of them talked about the latest situation as they walked.

"Memnon is in the best of luck right now, and he wrote me a letter some time ago asking me to do something. I don't really like that guy, he always has a bit of a hypocritical energy, but maybe it's because he's the most hypocritical of us that he mixes so well. Mr. Kersma said something as if grumbling, and at the end he sighed, so many people were almost dead at the end, and he thought that if anyone would inherit his unfinished business, it might be someone else, but it would not be the man who was greedy for life and afraid of death.

But the truth is so wonderful, all those who are favored by him choose to be silent, and only Memnon stands up. Of course, he certainly did not do it for any great ideals and ambitions, but purely for power and profit. It was a villain who never hid himself, and Mr. Kersma first met this fellow called Memnon at a mule and horse market in a noble domain.

The Memnon guy didn't know how to make the teeth of the mules and horses in his hand extraordinarily smooth, but after two days of using them, he would find that the horses that were like healthy horses for the first two days were actually old fellows, and a few of them died of exhaustion not long after. So Mr. Kersma became "friends" with Memnon, and they didn't like Memnon's philistine and cunning, but Mr. Kersma knew that they needed such a guy to take care of their finances.

So that deal became the last deal for the peasants, and then he made a wise choice between death and obedience.

Johnson paused when he heard the name, and he hurriedly followed Mr. Kersma back after him, "Memnon, isn't he dead? I remember it was all messed up, and then I heard that he was dead." ”

Mr. Kersma's dry laugh was as harsh as the friction of metal, "He's just playing dead, he's more cunning than all of us, at least none of us think of lying on the ground and pretending to be dead." He paused, "Now that he's doing a good job, he doesn't want to be too showy, so he plans to find someone to push on the table to carry the black pot for him." But none of these things have anything to do with me anymore. ”

Sergeant Johnson's lips moved, and he wanted to say a dirty word to show his mood at this moment, but he didn't dare say anything. If Memnon finds Mr. Kersma, it means that the town will not be peaceful for long, should he live in a different place? Sheriff Johnson soon dispelled this idea, although there would be a slight danger in living with Mr. Kersma, but after leaving Mr. Kersma, he would face even greater danger.

As they spoke, the two of them had already left the town, and the Civil Guard post was just outside the town, and after some repairs, they had already thought about it a little. The two did not call the door directly, but climbed in through the missing fence on one side. Mr. Kersma wanted to see if the lads could be used and if they were lazy. He would pay the young men a good salary every week, but he didn't have time to watch, and Sheriff Johnson was drunk every day, and the training could only be done by these young men.

The two of them took a sneak peek at the barracks first, there was no one in it, and the things were neatly packed, which was good. Then they went to the playground, and before they could get close they heard someone whistling, and Mr. Kersma's face suddenly became a little gloomy, and Johnson almost burst into tears.

I don't know which of the gods heard Johnson's prayers, and what scared him didn't happen, it turned out that two of the seven lads were fighting on the playground wearing only their underwear. Their fists were tightened only with bandages, not to protect the enemy, but to protect themselves. In close-quarters combat, fingers are the most susceptible areas to injury, so they need to be tightened with bandages to protect the finger joints and avoid fractures and dislocations during punches.

The two young men were covered in sweat, and their muscular bodies showed a shiny visual impact, and the two of them were already a little embarrassed, each with blue noses and swollen faces, but they did not have the slightest idea of stopping, until Sheriff Johnson and Mr. Kersma appeared in their sight.

Mr. Kersma glanced twice, let go of his steps and walked to the center of the field, glanced at the seven young men who were a little dumbfounded, and saw that each of them had a blue nose and swollen face, and it seemed that it was not just these two people who were fighting, "Why are you fighting?", no one answered this question, they didn't want to say it, but they didn't dare to say it. They all ate Mr. Kersma's salary, and their time here was much more fun than doing farm work, and they were able to support their families.

If he is sent back, not to mention that there will be no such happy days in the future, he will be laughed at and die of laughter by the people in the town.

Mr. Kersma pointed to one of them, "You say, if you don't say anything, pack up and leave here immediately, I didn't pay you to come and have fun, understand?"

Under such persecution, the young man had to tell the reason. It turns out that they are not because of the conflict caused by the conflict, it is purely a kind of actual combat, the initial idea may be to select the most powerful team leader, but everyone is actually the same, and gradually this selection method has become a formal training every three days, everyone thinks that this is very useful, more practical than boring training.

Mr. Kersma checked the results of each of their training and patted Sergeant Johnson on the shoulder, "Although you are just an old man who gets drunk and dies every day, you are still doing a good job of these things. As he spoke, he looked at the young men, "Pack up all your things, bring your weapons and follow me, and now carry out the order!"

The young people, though they did not quite understand what needed to be done, did as Mr. Kersma asked. When the first person was selected, Mr. Kersma had only one requirement, to be able to follow orders conscientiously.

The outside world was very new to these honest lads, especially when they heard that they were going on a mission to a big city like Ordo, they all whistled excitedly, and when Mr. Kersma promised to give them an advance of three months' salary when they arrived, Mr. Kersma, who did not usually see each other, became the object of their greatest support.

At this time, Mr. Bain of Ordor had just been talking with a visiting guest for half an hour, and when the guest was gone, he patted his cheek, and it was really tiring to keep a straight face all day, but there was nothing he could do. There was a little trouble when the license plate rules were implemented, and the "Supplementary Terms of Urban Road Traffic Regulations" was about to be passed, and there were more people who came to consult.

He casually picked up this morning's newspaper, read the headline and turned directly to the second page, with a headline printed in bold bold at the top - The Move Forward Party is targeting the mid-term election, and the situation may change subversively!

He read it very carefully, the Move Forward Party has recently put forward a new governance concept, they intend to introduce a federal universal welfare system, which will solve the problem of the aging citizens of the empire who are unable to support themselves, and also intend to make a breakthrough in medical care, drawing up a plan to solve a part of the medical expenses for the citizens.

Mr. Bain frowned when he saw this, and just as he saw "Mr. Mennon, the leader of the Progressive Party, claimed ......," there was another knock on the door.