An hour later, Major Gotha walked into the small garden of the theater headquarters. He had changed into a neat military uniform, his steps were steady and powerful, and his white gloves were spotless. Finally, the major stood outside the conservatory and reached out and knocked on the door.

Tap. A lazy voice of a middle-aged man came from inside the door: "The door has been broken by you, and I have to pay out of my own pocket." ”

"General. Major Gotha walked into the conservatory, stood in the middle of half an acre of vegetables that did not grow well, and stood up and saluted meticulously to the farmer-like person in front of him who was fertilizing the vegetables: "We have arrested your orderly!"

"Damn, I've finally been caught!" the farmer laughed: "Now I don't have to worry about the top secret being leaked!"

"The general's so-called top secret, does it mean that his own vegetable cultivation methods are not good?" Major Gotha coughed dryly: "I take the liberty to remind you that there are three similar people around you. ”

"I don't need you to remind you! I've forgotten about them, don't think that you can do whatever you want if you are relatives, and you will be punished for doing such things. The farmer angrily smashed the dung spoon on the ground, but the next moment he immediately screamed in distress: "Oh, my orchid cabbage - what seed did my mother's merchant give me, it has been broken at a glance!"

"General, although I am your relative, if the Grand Duke asks, I will still truthfully answer the fact that you have compared him to a 'merchant annihilator'. Major Gotha said quietly: "In addition, no matter how strong the vegetables are, they can't withstand the smashing of the dung spoon." ”

"He took my money!" the farmer turned, and there was a very disgruntled expression on his flushed face—he was about forty-five years old, and had a burly figure similar to that of Major Gotha, and a face similar in contour, but with a much more rounded demeanor.

At first glance, he appears to be a sturdy and kind little farmer with a slightly worried eye. In fact, he always boasted that he was the most successful small farmer, how well he raised his livestock, and how authentic his farm work was, but everyone from the Grand Duke to the common people unanimously ignored him.

Because everyone's deep hopes were pinned on his other identities, the commander of the Andorran coalition Principality of Jashy, the commander of the Jaxiu Guards, the lieutenant general of the Alliance, the viscount of the Duchy, and the head of the Sidon family, who for fifteen years firmly suppressed the actions of the coalition forces in the Principality, and blocked the peeps of fanatics and barbarians on the West Coast, and was known as the "Blue Snow Fox".

"You shouldn't have been sent to the Andorran Confederation Military Academy in the first place! What a shitty place to train the Sidon men to be bastards with their elbows out. Viscount Sidon washed his hands angrily: "What did he say?"

"Your orderly said," replied Gotha, imitating the lieutenant's tone, "winter, it has come, and spring, will it be far away?"

"When spring comes, the vegetables will grow well, but the animals that are in heat will also be fanned...... If you are farming, you should be good at farming, why should you learn to rebel if you have nothing to do. Viscount Seaton changed into a tired outfit: "I really don't understand, romanticism is so fun mixed with-stirring sticks?

"General, can you please not compare me to this kind of person......

"Nonsense!" Viscount Sidon waved his hand: "Lao Tzu is your uncle, how can I compare you? ”

"I regret that there is no hope in this life. Major Gotha replied solemnly: "General, before arresting him, we confirm that he has passed on the last piece of information, and it is expected that the rebels will receive it in ten days." ”

"You see, even the villains who are carried away by the blood can occasionally do a good thing for us. Viscount Sidon pondered for a moment: "In the report to the headquarters of the coalition forces, you should also write like that, and there can be no difference between the two sides." ”

"Do you suspect that the Langston rebels still have lurking personnel at the coalition headquarters?" Major Gotha frowned: "General, with such a high-level intelligence agency, it is impossible for the small Langston rebels to afford it. ”

"Boy," the viscount glanced at the major, "just because I'm your uncle, you don't have any pressure to refute me, do you?"

"It's a lot of pressure, General. The major was undaunted: "If you don't like it, I can take it back." ”

"It's a good thing to have problems, I figured them out here, and I saved myself from being fooled. Viscount Sidon shook his hand: "You say, are the intelligence officers lurking in the coalition headquarters very high-level?"

"Yes, the cost of activities, the cost of liaison, the cost of bribery, the cost of passing information back and forth, I am sure that the rebels cannot afford to support it. The major replied affirmatively: "They are only a few hundred people, isn't it more practical to have the money to get more ordnance?"

"You really can't be sure of anything," Viscount Sidon showed a kind smile, "If you want me to say, the rebels will definitely receive information from the coalition headquarters, and it will be faster and more detailed than the information on our side." ”

"No way! Even if the rebels had the support of the Dawn Council behind them, they wouldn't be able to do this. The major's eyes flashed: "Your statement is not logical, General. ”

"That's why you're stupid to read. Viscount Sidon sighed: "But you can't be blamed for this, officers of the major rank rarely have access to things other than tactics. Well, don't talk about your uncle, I won't give you a chance, what do you think of the strength of the Langston rebels?"

"Weak. The major replied: "Very weak." ”

"Others don't know, but you know that this rebel army should be called the Yashu rebels. Last year, it was I who sent you to suppress the signs of their rebellion in Yaxiu, so they ran to Langston in desperation. The change of location was prepared in a hurry, so the rebels were at their peak with no more than a thousand men. The viscount smiled kindly again: "But why did this little person let the Langston army encircle and suppress it so far? Why did they lose again and again, but they still kept angry?

"I've read the war report, there are too many chances, and the Langstons are too weak. The Major said, "And the full support of the Dawn Council." ”

"It's a superficial phenomenon, or rather a reason that some people want young people like you to see. The truth of the matter is more complicated and uglier than people think. The viscount whispered: "No matter how uncompetitive the coalition army is, there are still 300,000 people. No matter how [***] the Langston royal family is, there are also 100,000 guards. The rebels are only a thousand people, and they can be leveled with a finger!"

"On the other hand, speaking of support, apart from that average combat strength of the berserker warband and a few fire masters, what else did the Dawn Council give them? Do you think the rich lords of the West Coast really have such great ambitions?" The viscount shook his head: "The reason why the rebels are not finished is because some people want them to continue to exist - why do they always find a gap in the encirclement and suppression? Why do they always find the warehouses of the various merchant families?"

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