Chapter 135: Sinister intentions!

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Seven days later, in winter, there was no news from the Independent Regiment, which had forcibly occupied the station of the 1st Brigade in Dongcheng.

On the tenth day, the weather turned significantly colder, but the independent group was still as quiet as ever.

By the fifteenth day, Bannerk had already begun to send those soldiers who had already changed into winter clothes to the eastern city to 'get rid of', but the answer was still that the station of the independent regiment was silent.

As the clock ticked to a month, Classer finally couldn't take it anymore.

The first snow has fallen, why is there no news from the independent regiment?

If it weren't for the fact that the smoke of the cooking stove rose three times a day in the morning, noon, and evening at the station of the Independent Regiment, Bannerk would even think that the people inside would have collectively frozen to death and starved to death.

You must know that in this month, he did not even send half a cotton coat and half a grain to the independent regiment.

Of course, the Independent Regiment also sent people to urge them a few days ago, but they all asked Banner to send people to find various reasons to block it, which made Bannerker's heart dark for a long time.

Since then, however, the Independence Regiment has never sent anyone to the Independence Regiment, and has only locked itself in the station.

And this lock lasted for a month, during which no more than half of the people were dispatched, and even the sentry at the gate was removed.

What's going on?

Bannerk thought about it for a long time, but he didn't come up with a reason.

When he first came to the Independent Regiment, he obviously didn't see them bring Yanghe cotton clothes, but what puzzled him was that they could survive for so long.

It seems that those guys didn't naturally need something as cold-resistant as cotton clothing.

There is also the smoke that rises tenaciously on time three times a day, morning, noon, and evening.

It made Banner even more confused

What the hell are the people of the Independent Regiment eating?

Do they cook dirt and eat it every day?

Looks like Banner had heard of this method of satisfying hunger.

However, even if they ate dirt, a thousand people would have eaten it for a month, and they would have eaten dry and quiet long ago.

Half a month ago, there should have been only stones left in the garrison of the independent regiment.

Damn it

Bannerer finally couldn't sit still anymore.

He intends to ...... in person

No......

Let's send someone to take a look at it secretly

He didn't want to have anything to do with that madman head again.

The fire of the last time, he Brander has not completely subsided yet.

Having recruited his own cronies and arranging the affairs of the reconnaissance mission to the station, Bannerk sat in his 'office', drinking wine and burning the stove while waiting for the return of his cronies.

After about an hour, the cronies returned.

However, there was something strange on his face, as if he had eaten a live mouse.

And his report on the Independent Regiment is really as weird as eating a live mouse.

"Master Banneck, what's that...... My men snuck in just in time for dinner, the guys from the Independence Regiment...... They are eating hot pot, and they also have a lot of meat and wine, and they know that it is a good wine for more than ten years when they smell it. Moreover, they are still wearing winter coats, and the texture seems to be far better than ours. As for heating, the supply of wood on our side is not completely guaranteed, but what is burned on our side is charcoal. My lord, the brothers who came back thought that there was something wrong with their eyes, but I asked several people in a row, and the answers were all the same. This...... I can't explain that either."

Interpretation?

Also explain a fart

Now even Banner, no matter how stupid he is, knows that he has been tricked.

People don't care about the little bit of support that is distributed from above.

Wearing cotton clothes, eating hot pot, drinking wine, if he sings again......

The small life of that family's independent regiment is called a nourishment

At least, even he Bannerk sounded so envious, let alone other ordinary soldiers.

This kind of life is simply paradise for ordinary soldiers

Now Banner began to understand why the expression on his cronies' faces was so strange when he returned.

That's a living stimulus from the gap

Wait...... Wait a minute

Gap???

Suddenly Anneker felt something was wrong.

Since even his cronies were stimulated to hear this, if those ordinary soldiers were replaced, they would not immediately breed a desire to compare and create an unbalanced mood. ...,

The same formation of the flag regiment, the same ordinary soldiers.

But why can people drink hot pot, drink fine wine, wear high-end cotton clothes that are more than N better than themselves, and roast charcoal.

And he can only wear thin and inferior cotton clothes every day, can't bake the fire raised by wood, eats cold and hard nests, and can't even drink a sip of hot soup.

People are most afraid of contrast.

If everyone is treated the same, then no matter how bad the living environment is, no one will say anything.

Even, if you add a nest or two to them once in a while, they will still think it is good.

However, once there is an object of contrast, this kind of life becomes completely different.

People eat well, drink well, dress warmly, and keep warm, but they don't have anything to eat.

Let's ask, how can this not make people dissatisfied?

And this kind of dissatisfaction, of course, cannot be directed at the other party, it can only fall on one's own body.

For example, Bannerc, the bitter and unusually bearer.

If one is not handled well, it can even lead to serious consequences.

In the history of the empire, mutinies abound because of this kind of thing.

He, Bannack, didn't think he was anything more than the hapless ones.

Under the power of the great crowd, he, the banner bearer, is just a piece of shit, or the kind that will be trampled on by everyone.

"I'm grassing his **, it's really a sinister intention"

With a scolding scolding, the muscles on Bannerk's face were beating at this time, and Ye Chun's insidious intentions finally made him feel scared.

This kind of soft knife is more vicious and dangerous than the previous 'real knife and real gun' dry fight.

Obviously, the other party has been waiting for a month, and what he wants is today's result, to use this 'soft knife' to slaughter himself.

"Where's the guys who sneaked in?"

With a shock in his eyes, Bannerk finally remembered the crux of the matter.

As long as the few soldiers who witnessed it are controlled, then all this will have a chance to turn around.

However, the answer of his cronies made him fall into the sea of ice for a moment, and even his limbs stiffened.

"When the mission was done, I sent them back to the camp."

"Your uncle"

A punch slammed into the cronie's face, knocking him with a nosebleed, and Classer roared like a raging lion, pointing at the cronie lying on the ground with his beard wide open, apparently no longer known to the world.

"You pig beast, Lao Tzu's future will be ruined by him...... ，