On the seventh day after Gastens was driven out, Anken Reyin was the head of the Sixth Plant of the Western Regiment of the Imperial Army, Jansen? Schubert got up early in the morning. He brushed his teeth with a ponytail toothbrush dipped in coarse salt, had a simple breakfast, and came to the factory early. After killing the worker yesterday, Jensen had no intention of stopping. Today he will continue to carry out his high-pressure policy, and make an example of those workers who dare to be lazy, until these slaves who do not know the height of the sky are terrified.

Commander of the 3rd Regiment of the 1st Brigade of the 3rd Division of the 6th Army Corps, Glenn? Strav waited at the gate of the factory early, and he accompanied Jensen into the factory and stood at the door of the small forging workshop, waiting for the workers to go to work. Follow Jensen? Schubert set a schedule that the first shift of the day was from 8 a.m. to 2 p.m., and the workers who took over the shift should show up at the entrance to the factory at about 7:50.

"Your Excellency's actions yesterday were too decisive, these workers just don't beat, and they will be obedient if they kill one or two."

Strav stood in place with a cup of Gelundin in his hand, stamping his feet. Yesterday's snow has not stopped until now, and it has fallen to the ground one after another, melting and accumulating, accumulating and melting, and after a night, a thin white blanket has been covered on the ground. As long as you step lightly with your foot, you can step on the snow below and make a clattering sound.

"This snow is ...... It's not timely. ”

Jason? Although Schubert was a little sneering, he was not in vain in the staff of the Sixth Army. Now the Empire is planning a winter campaign to counterattack and recapture the previously occupied provinces of Anta and Scat. The enemy, on the other hand, is undergoing a major battle to recuperate. Time is on the opposite side, not on the side of the Empire. This snow, if heavy enough, could disrupt the overall deployment of the Empire's Western Theater of Operations.

"Yes, but now the temperature is okay at night, it is not frozen, but the road is muddy, and there is still a chance to attack. When it freezes, we basically can't move. ”

Strav also had his own judgment on the situation, he took a large sip of Lundin and looked at his watch.

"It's five minutes and eight o'clock, why doesn't anyone come?"

The workers who had been on the previous night shift had already started to leave work one after another. They walked past Jensen and Strave, who were standing in the middle of the field, and consciously moved out of their positions, and walked out of an irregular ellipse on the ground with Jensen as the center. Jensen looked at the tired faces of these workers and began to care about last night's output.

"How energetic were they last night?"

"It's not bad, a night shift of six hours, the production of twenty-four, our soldiers are still a little rusty, slowing down the progress. The error in each workshop is also a big problem, and I don't know how Gastens controlled it before. But even if we don't take these factors into account, at a rate of about 25 bottles per small class, we can produce 100 bottles a day. When the workers get acquainted with it, the speed will be faster. ”

"That's good, it seems to be useful."

Jensen nodded, looked left and right, and had the same question as Strave, "Isn't it time for those workers to work?" ”

"I'll arrange for someone to ask."

Strav called someone to check on the workers' factory, and after a while, the man did not return. Both he and Jensen had a vague idea of something unpleasant. Jensen couldn't wait, and went to the workers' quarters himself, where he met the soldiers who were at a loss.

"Sir, workers...... The workers are gone! ”

The soldier in charge of the first soldier who came to check on the workers was nervous, and Jensen stepped forward and slapped him in the face, "Fuck a bunch of shit!" ”

After scolding and beating, Jensen strode into the workers' dormitory, where the buildings were dilapidated and ancient, and there was a strange smell. Each house was small in size, with a long old cabinet on one side and a half-man tall cabinet on the other, with drawers open and some worn-out clothes scattered inside. Anyone who sees this scene will come to a conclusion.

These people ran away.

"Don't we have guards? Who's in charge of this? Strav knew that his soldiers had messed things up, and he yelled at the first soldier who ran.

"Yes...... It's a quadruple. ”

The soldier who was slapped bowed his head and gave the answer. Strav cursed and called for the commander of the fourth company. Jensen watched in silence as Strav did all this, and turned to walk out the door. Seeing this, Strav hurriedly followed.

"It's snowing now, and Stranwood has run out of food for a long time, and these people can't run far, find me! Also, call me back the workers who have just gotten off work, production can't be stopped! ”

"Yes...... But they've only been working for six hours......"

"Fuck they don't work, my uncle can skin me alive! Now the front line has begun to ask for guns! Uncle, he's also under a lot of pressure! These workers are all Tulucas's people anyway, and if they die, they will die, what the fuck are you so distressed about? ”

“…… Good, good! ”

Seeing that Jensen was angry, Strav hurriedly sent someone to call someone, but before he could give the order, Jensen interrupted him.

"Forget it, take your people, and we'll go straight over!"

When Jensen and Strav appeared in another factory lodging with two companies of soldiers, the doors of those rooms were tightly closed, and it seemed as if the workers were resting. Seeing this mirror, both Jensen and Strav breathed a sigh of relief, and Strav waved his hand for the soldiers to come forward and knock on the door.

"Open the door! Open the door! Go to work! Go to work! ”

The soldiers also didn't have much vocabulary, and they shouted loudly in the only Negru word, but received no response. Jensen and Strav watched for a moment and let them score straight away. The soldiers broke down the door, only to see the same mess as the previous dormitory.

"Head, they're all gone!"

The two company commanders in charge of the report trembled, and Strav scolded twice, knowing that anger would not solve the problem. He looked at Jensen and got the latest instructions.

"Find me! On a snowy day and without food, they can't run far! ”

The soldiers seemed to have received an order of amnesty, and hurriedly left their angry commander. Strav watched as the soldiers walked away, then turned to ask Jensen.

"What now?"

"Wait a minute, let your soldiers go to the top first, and if you can find a worker, you will continue to work, and if you can't find it, go to Gastens."

Jensen gritted his teeth when he said of Gastens, as if it were his wife-stealing enemy. Strav nodded his head with him, as if he could find Gastens and he would be able to solve all his problems.

However, as Anken Reyne proverb says, bad things never happen alone. While Jensen and Strav waited for the results of the workers' search, the acting commander of the Sixth Legion, Dieter ? Schubert and the commander of the 7th Combat Readiness Corps, Frank? Lowwill came together to see Jensen by name? Schubert.

"Major Jensen, has something gone wrong with your new style of walking this week? Several divisions on the front line are urging this rifle, and my side is almost unable to resist it. ”

Commander of the 7th Combat Readiness Corps, Frank? As soon as Lowell met, he directly explained his intentions, and he and the late Danny of the Fourth Division of the Sixth Army? Carey is a good friend and has a good impression of Gastens, but he doesn't like Jansen who picks peaches very much.

"Yes, Jensen, although I know that it will take a little time for you to get used to taking over this factory, but you can't delay it too long, are there any difficulties?"

Compared to Lowwell, Jensen? Schubert's uncle Dieter? Schubert was a little more gentle. The Sixth Legion, the regiment with the greatest demand for the improved Welsh II rifle, also intends to use this weapon as his killer weapon, and his tone is noticeably softer to Jensen. But even if you don't listen carefully, you can hear the urgency hidden in his tone.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Jensen waved his hand, unwilling to admit that he had encountered a setback, "I have made some improvements to the original Gastens rifle, and the range has been increased a little, and the last few batches sent over are all improved, although the production has decreased a little, but the quality is much better." When my soldiers and workers are ready to run, we can expect to produce about 300 pieces, which is enough to meet your needs. ”

"What do we need?" , Frank laughed, "Now the Sixth Legion has 60,000 people, 300 per day, if we wait until we are fully equipped with weapons and then start the war, we will not be able to start fighting next year!" The Winter Campaign is about to start a week at the latest, and now that the snow is falling, it could be sooner. Jason? Schubert, please make sure you have a supply of these guns, okay? ”

"Okay, don't worry!"

Jensen replied again and again, without the slightest hint of eagerness. Strav stood on the sidelines, trying to say something several times, but Jensen stopped him with a look. If he could, Jensen would have liked to have solved the problems himself.

Sent away the two leaders, Jensen? Schubert and Strav found Gastens' company in an abandoned residential area not far from the factory. These people seemed to be having a good time, and when Jensen met Gastens, he and his soldiers were roasting a roe deer that he didn't know where he had caught, oily and eye-catching.

"Second Lieutenant Gastens looks so interested, the roe de deer meat at this time is very tender, I have eaten it before, it tastes very good, I wonder if I can share some?"

"Of course that's fine, it's rare that Major Jensen remembers us, come, sit down."

Gastens enthusiastically gave up his seat, and Jensen and Strav were not polite, and sat down next to Gastens. Two of Gastens' henchmen, Ivan and Zink, sat across from them, roasting the roe deer. Another of his henchmen, Binbo? Bobruv was on guard, looking around from afar with a steam rifle.

"Now that the production task is so busy, and it's snowing again, I wonder what instructions Major Jensen has to find here?" After a few people sitting together chatted for a few words, Gastens went straight to the point, and the content and tone of his speech were not very enthusiastic.

"Haha, I have encountered some small difficulties, and I need your help from Second Lieutenant Gastens", Jensenpi smiled and did not smile, "Those disobedient workers have run out, and now the factory cannot produce, and the above is urgent, I can only look for you, thinking that you are more familiar with those workers, I don't know if there is a way to get them back?" ”

"The workers are all gone?" Gastens looked surprised, "I have the impression that those workers are very good workers, why did they suddenly run away?" ”

"Ahem, now the production task is relatively tight, I added some workload to them, they are unwilling, you say these workers too, we care about their food and drink and their families, why are they so ignorant?"

"It's because they don't know what to do", Gastens's face that was still smiling just now suddenly stopped smiling, "I heard that you still killed someone, right?" ”

"That'...... That guy is stealing and cheating, what does he care if he doesn't kill? ”

"I've been in charge for so long, I haven't killed a single person, and the output is not two hundred per day?"

"Second Lieutenant Gastens!" , Jensen saw that Gastens's words were soft nails, and stood up with a loud voice, "Now that the winter campaign is about to start, if you don't cooperate with production, believe it or not, I will punish you with military justice?" ”

"Shhhh

Ivan and Zink didn't know when they stood up and looked at Jensen coldly. Their elbows pressed against the steam pack snorkel behind them, inflating their steam rifles, the muzzles of which were pointed at Jensen unabashedly. Seeing this, Strav also stood up, and the guards he brought over were also holding guns, and the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense.

"I say, Major Jensen," Gastens stood up lazily, "you also know that military law is great, but you have to go to the factory to toss around, this week's factory output is not as much as I have done in the past two days, you really think that your uncle is omnipotent?" He's just a vicarious legionnaire! I've heard that he blew the cowhide to the theater commander Paul? Marshal Zhong, if you delay him, do you really think he lacks a nephew like you? ”

Jensen grimaced and glared at Gastens, angry, but he knew he was telling the truth. Now the rifles of the Sixth Factory are no longer limited to the Sixth Army, and the entire Western Theater has heard of such a factory. This is also the reason why he has to grab this credit, but if he doesn't get the credit and gets into trouble, his uncle will not necessarily protect him.

"Major Jensen", Gastens walked to the roe deer on the pyroxene grill, rolling slowly, "The sixth factory is my hard work, I am a death row prisoner, I finally have such a thing, and I still count on it to wait for the war to make a good life, this factory is not my life, but also my wife." If you really make up your mind to rob me of this piece of meat, my brothers and I don't mind dying again, and when the time comes, we will finish playing together, and everyone will not look good. ”

Ivan and Zink's steam rifles were overcharged, and the pressure relief valve on the cartridge was hissing to equalize the air pressure. Jensen looked at the bastards who were staring at him, and then at Gastens who was roasting roast roe deer, and his eyes became gloomy.

"You say, what do you want to do?"

"The factory gave it to me, and when I went back to report the credit, we would be half of each other."

Gastens had already figured out the answer, and he turned the grill with a focused expression that didn't look at Jensen.

"Deal."

Jensen didn't think about it for long, he had countless ways to kill this Gastens, and there was no need to rush it. First appease him, continue production, and wait until the requirements of the front are met, and see how he cleans up this idiot.

"Very well, this is the courage of the major!" Gastens praised him, drew his scimitar behind him, roasted it on pyroxene, removed a roe deer leg with one sword, sprinkled some coarse salt, and handed it to Jensen.

"Try it, it's not a regular thing."

Jensen took the leg and sniffed it under his nose, smelling a strong smell of meat. He handed the roe deer leg to Straf, nodded at Gastens, and turned away, dropping the last words.

"Gastens, you'd better not let me down."