"What's the situation outside?" stretched out his knife to cut a piece of golden sèn meat from the roasted sheep tuǐ, Ye Chun put it in his mouth and chewed it beautifully, while squinting his eyes at Yoruov, who had just returned to the station from outside, with a relaxed expression.

I am tired of eating hot pot, and the independent regiment has changed to barbecue in the past two days, which has made the entire station a miasma.

Of course, this is mainly what Ye Chun meant.

Because he felt that the smoke and aroma rising from the barbecue could better prick the nerves of the soldiers of the Acropolis.

And this effect seems to have been achieved now.

The news brought back by Yoruv made Ye Chun immediately feel that the black prison people who had spent these days were not in vain.

You must know that when the wooden castle was first fought, Ye Chun, a shameless guy, almost emptied half of the supply warehouses of the black prisoners, and all of them were picked up.

Now they eat, wear, and use the "no sī dedication" of the Black Prisoners.

Sometimes, Ye Chun can even recall Alongzuo's bitter old face.

"Regiment commander, according to your instructions, in the past few days, I have sent a group of quick-witted brothers to wander around the west of the city all day long, deliberately befriending the soldiers over there, although there is a lot of money, but the desired effect has been achieved, those soldiers heard about the life of our independent regiment, obviously complained, plus our brothers fanned the wind on the side, they have brought that emotion back to the barracks. Just now, the entire military camp on the west side of the city has exploded, and almost half of the soldiers have made a fuss, demanding to follow the example of our independent regiment and improve their treatment! Regiment commander, your trick really works, this time it is enough for that guy Bannerk to drink a pot!" The first thing he did when he entered the door was to sit next to the charcoal fire, grabbed the wine bottle and poured two sips of wine fiercely, and Yorufu, who was dressed in snow, was not polite to Ye Chun, so he picked up the dagger and cut off a large piece of meat from the sheep tuǐ, put it in his mouth and chewed it vigorously.

However, this did not delay him from telling the news from the outside.

Although, Jozhov was a little slurred when he said these news.

"Looks like Lord Banner is going to break the bank!"

Hearing the news brought back by Yoruv, Ye Chun smiled.

The result was almost exactly what he had expected.

People's hopes are unlimited, and no one wants to be worse than others.

Especially worse than people of the same kind who are equal to their own status and status.

This is especially true for soldiers.

Where there is a gap, there will be dissatisfaction.

Where there is a gap, there will be anger.

Where there is a gap, there will inevitably be resistance.

Why are they all soldiers of the empire still in the same place, but the other party can eat and clothe all day long, and we have to eat three meals, starve and freeze, and can't even drink a bowl of hot soup with oil.

Bannack is not his Ye Chun, and his army is not an independent regiment.

With his kind of completely self-interested, who doesn't care or care about the methods of leading troops under his subordinates, how can most of the soldiers under him be of the same mind as him, and willingly watch others eat and drink spicy food, but they themselves live a hard life.

After suppressing so many days, the bull finally broke out, and it was already considered that Bannerk had the ability.

Changed some guys who only knew how to spend time and energy on a woman's belly all day long ago, and they couldn't hold back a few days ago.

And the reason why Ye Chun "predicted that Bannerk would break the fortune was also judged and considered from this perspective."

In the face of the broad masses of the people, the power of the people, he Bannerk is a fart.

Of course, he also has a group of men who are loyal to him.

But it will undoubtedly be a minority, and most of the soldiers will not be able to suppress it with his pitiful deterrent power alone.

So the only way to do that is to try to meet the requirements of the soldiers under your command. , to improve their quality of life, even if it is to pretend, it will be installed for a month or two, and when they have overcome the current crisis, they are slowly trying to figure out a way.

However, he Bannaker is not "robbing Ye Chun of the Black Prison Supplies Warehouse, with his foundation, only relying on the little supplies distributed from above, it is already good to survive this winter, and where can he still be on par with the independent regiment, drinking wine every day and eating meat at a time."

You must know that at the moment, the entire Akatsuki Territory has just experienced a war, and most of the supplies in the army can only rely on external support.

However, the damn guys above who are in charge of these things are going to die one by one. ...,

Before the black prisoners retreated, the supplies in all aspects could still be guaranteed, but the black prisoners retreated, and it was already very good to be able to give five out of ten layers.

Moreover, this is also the role played by the big brand of the sister of the head of Liqing County.

If you change to other territories, you can give two or three layers of face.

Bannerk is Good's confidant, and he is already superior in the distribution of provisions.

At the very least, his soldiers were each given a three-finger-sized piece of beef each week.

The soldiers of the other units had a much worse life than they did.

However, his desire to improve the living conditions of his soldiers with this level of provision is tantamount to a fool's dream.

Therefore, Ye Chun could almost conclude that Bannerk would inevitably pay out of his own pocket to meet the demands of his soldiers.

If you don't get it right, the self-interested Bannaker will burn this fire on the merchants in the city, so that they can also come and bleed to lighten their burden.

However, this happened to hit Ye Chun's subordinates.

The more he did this, the worse his image became in the eyes of the merchants of the city.

Now that Bannerk is the dominant force and controls the supreme power of the entire Acropolis, these merchants naturally dare not say anything.

But one day, when his Ye Chun's independent regiment rises to strength and can compete with Bannerker, this will become Bannerker's fatal wound.

No one would mind giving Banner a hard stone to sink faster when he needed support the most.

It's just that now, in the face of Bannaker's demand, they can only choose to endure.

"Commander, I'm afraid that even if he divulges his family, he won't be able to live the life of our independent regiment!"

If you want to let a whole 4,000 people live a life of eating hot pot roast sheep tuǐ, for a flag group, that is undoubtedly an astronomical number.

Compared with the independent regiment of "robbery, past the black prisoners?

Can they afford it?

Jozhov was dismissive of this.

The pride that belongs to the independent group has been established by him and engraved into his bones.

"Of course, Bannerk made it impossible for the soldiers to live in our independent regiment, but it should still be possible to improve some living conditions. However, I won't let him mess around so easily! If he dares to draw his sword against me first, I'll let him taste the knife first!"

Turning his head and winking at Yoruv, who was hearing the glittering face, Ye Chun casually discarded the dagger in his hand, and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from his arms with an oily palm, and provoked a sunny smile on his face, "Yoruv, are you interested in accompanying Lao Tzu to add fire to Lord Banner again?" He owes our independent regiment a month's sustenance, and he should give it now! The meat on the grasshopper tuǐ is also meat, although our independent regiment eats well, it can't be wasted, isn't it!" With this warrant from the Liqing County Lord, he Bannaker is going to sell his ass, and he has to spit out his share of the supplies that belong to us!". (To be continued.) ！。