The huge reserve of 30,000 bolt-action rifles, 4 million rounds of ammunition, 125 heavy guns, and 8,000 rounds of artillery shells found by Finn was the most insignificant part of a costly war readiness project of the Imperial Army.

How many reserves of the same size or larger are there in the whole of Newsal...... Even Orin's Imperial War Department itself was not clear. They had such a large arms stockpile for one purpose - to be able to organize a strong enough counterattack on the ground after the waste navy had lost all its ships.

The War Office ordered the garrison units of the colony to build and store military supplies in large quantities, but the army was cut back three times by the Privy Council of Olin a few decades ago. The current size of the Imperial Army is only 7 million men, and it is mainly concentrated on a few planets that have frequent exchanges with the Alliance, and cannot even fully control them.

The army garrison of Newsal currently has only about 8,000 men. Even from generals to soldiers, everyone guards a war-ready arsenal...... None of them could guarantee that each arsenal would be assigned a guard. In order to ensure that these arsenals would not be destroyed and misappropriated, the army decided to bury the doors of the warehouses directly with large-scale civil engineering piles.

And after years of wind and rain, as well as a storm, the escaped Allied war criminal Finn found this "treasure" buried in the ground for an unknown number of years.

However, after struggling to open the warehouse and find the inventory list, the rest of the village was disappointed.

There was no food or fuel in this warehouse. There weren't even clothes and shoes to use for them. There is nothing here except guns.

But Finn felt that it was a huge treasure trove.

"It's all weapons." He excitedly said to the poor people who had saved their lives, "With weapons, we can even fight as far as Bosenke!" They have warehouses, and they rob them of food and fuel, don't we have them? ”

The villagers got together to discuss it, and agreed that Finn was too idle, and the gears in his head were suffocated.

"We don't even have the strength to pick up a gun." The village chief was the oldest person in the village - fifty-one years old. He patted Finn on the arm and said, "In the future, you can be the village chief, but don't think about robbing Bosenk, as long as we live, it's fine." ”

"Anyway, I'm almost old enough to die, you come to be the village chief and find something to do for yourself."

The first thing Finn did when he became the village chief was to gather all the people in the village who could handle guns. A total of 120 people were found—from women as young as forty years old to little boys as young as eleven years old.

"You are trained to use weapons so that you may have the power to protect yourself." Finn decided to give all the skills he knew to the people of the village. "There are bandits near the village, and although they don't come to the village to rob us because they think we are too poor, they still pose a huge threat to us."

"But, Chief Finn." One of the children raised his hand as Professor Finn had done, and without waiting for permission, asked, "The people from the camp are just going to take some clumps of fish." They are better than the old men in Bosenke and will not take all the fish. ”

Finn looked at the child, and after a moment asked, "They took the fish you bought with blood—won't you be angry?" ”

The child seemed to have a problem, and he thought for a moment before asking, "What is anger?" However, the fish will go hungry if it is taken away, and I don't like to go hungry. It's hard to be hungry. ”

Finn crouched down and stroked his dry hair with a somewhat trembling hand.

"So we have to protect ourselves...... In the future, we won't go hungry again! ”

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Looking at Dussand, who was lying face down on the ground in front of him, Finn's heart was conflicted.

Emotions told him that the young man was a postman in the heraldic office, and that he was probably a nobleman. He is part of the Empire's ruling organization, and one of the main culprits responsible for the misery of the villagers.

Neither of the most valuable targets was caught, but the petty nobleman might have been able to get a large ransom as well. The ransom was enough for the entire village to survive the winter.

But reason told him that a ransom was not realistic. He could not judge whether the life of a minor nobleman was worth it.

The Empire's contempt for human life made Finn feel incredible. The life of the poor is less than a straw in front of the people in the city—this is what Finn saw with his own eyes.

Just down the street in Bosenk, the leather shoes of a "gentleman" who came out of a palatial office were touched by a begging child.

The "gentleman" with gray temples kicked the begging child on the head with all his might, as if he were kicking a ball. Then he cursed and left.

It took Finn almost all of his restraint to order himself to let go of his right hand, which was gripping the pistol in his trouser pocket. Two patrol officers walked through the street, and they saw everything that happened, but nothing happened. As they passed by the child, they just glanced at it and left.

By the time Finn walked up to the kid, he had already lost his breath.

And the people in the village don't seem to care about their lives. They are able to accept all the misfortunes that happen to them very calmly, and if they feel tired, they find a place a little far from the village to end their lives.

The people of the village don't care about a villager who suddenly disappears, and after a long time, no one even remembers him anymore.

It wasn't clear to Finn whether the despisance of life was due to the pauper, or to the imperial culture. The Imperials can easily take the lives of others, or they can simply give up their own lives. He was confused, and at the same time as he was confused, Finn became more and more angry.

Now in front of him lay a nobleman - a parasitic man who threatened the heads of these poor people, and at the same time did not even bother to treat them as beasts.

Several times he reached into his trouser pocket to pull out his gun, but finally let go.

This little nobleman...... At least not quite the same as the "gentleman" who kicked the beggar to death. When the other party persuaded him to confess honestly, the words and eyes he said did not seem to be a lie. Especially when he said the phrase "all men are equal", Finn was sure that this young nobleman really thought so in his heart.

A nobleman who cherishes the lives of the poor is extremely rare even in the alliance.

He was silent for a moment, then pushed the fence in front of him.

"Wake up." Finn said to Dussand, "You said of the winter supplies that were distributed to the poor...... Where are they? ”