This is the city of Blekinge, the main route of the Franco-Austrian Union's northern train transport – the integrated train transport station. Every day there are a large number of steam trains coming from the south and the north, and they are so large that they stretch far into the distance.

The city of Blekinge is not far from the northern border of Eurotas, only one thousand and one thousand kilometers. As a result, it is an important city.

The director of transport, Crimini, was walking briskly down the lane, dressed in the director's uniform with a train coming from a distance on his epaulettes. He had a purple and bloodshot face, and his mouth was a little angry and said, "You rice buckets! How many times have I said that the stop of the train needs to be in accordance with the specified time, and now it will be delayed for at least half an hour! The things arranged by the officials have been delayed, and you all have to peel off a layer of skin from your body. ”

Beside Crimini was a young man with a briefcase, his neat oil hair, and he was nodding his head and looking at the director and said, "It was the subordinates who did not make arrangements that allowed the AS1064 train to stop on time and transfer to the next station." ”

Soon, the two had arrived at the dedicated office of the transfer train.

"The train came from the city of St. Ovie, in County Antaino, and it was definitely loaded with important military equipment. This should be a big trouble, but I have already reported it to my superiors, and I don't have to worry too much about the half-hour delay. It's just......" Crimini handed the young man a signed note, and he looked at him with some swollen eye bubbles. The young man's name was Floriže, and he was the head of a train line.

"I am very grateful, and I really delight and admire Florizer Camilo for your love and responsibility for your work." Florize bent down again, a somewhat aristocratic smile on his face (a more modest smile that the Franco-Austrian nobles often show in social situations), and pulled a small money bag from his bosom.

"The heroes cultivated by the Count Camilo family also need work experience. It's okay, young man, you should experience more setbacks. Crimini quietly took the money bag with his right hand and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Then the subordinate will retire."

Florisze Camilo came out of the room and went to the train stop with the note in his hand. The AS1064 train was found in one of them. At this time, a transport manager stepped forward, saluted, and said, "Captain Florizze Camilo, the inspection has been completed, and there are no errors or omissions in it." Due to the time of the stop and the expectation did not match, the departure will be delayed by half an hour. ”

"Okay. Here is a passable note issued by the Director-General, Crimini. When the time is up, let's go. Floriser showed him the note.

As an important stop for transportation in the north, it will carry out routine safety checks and re-planning of transportation, and if it does not stop at a dedicated location on time, it will cause delays.

Florize Camilo stands on a high platform, from which you can see a large number of train passages, and the tracks stretch to various parts of the Franco-Austrian alliance, like the blood vessels of the Franco-Austrian alliance.

With war looming, so does the task of being located in the city of Blekinge. A large number of civilians took their long-saved money and headed south from the northern cities of the Franco-Austrian alliance. Among them, merchants, hunters, mercenaries, and people from all walks of life who have some savings, ride the steam train. Those who have no money or are reluctant to do so, they are likely to choose to hike all the way south from the north.

Thus, on the road from Eurotas to Blekinge, you can see some people dragging their families out of the war settlements and seeking further south.

In a tavern in the city of Blekinge, the name is Black Rose. There was a lively sound coming from inside, and the hot air stream mixed with the smell of alcohol.

A group of men in loose vests gathered, and a man in his forties with a scar on his face said, "Gentlemen, do you know? I don't have a chance to continue as a mercenary. Those officials and gentlemen raised the tax on mercenaries by 10 percent, what a fucking bunch of guys who eat people and don't spit out bones. Putting our old third-level warriors on the northern battlefield doesn't that mean putting us on a sticky board to slaughter? I told our regiment commander that military merit and money can't buy my life, and my wife and children are still waiting for me in the south. He said to the thirty-something guy next to him as he poured a bottle of bad whiskey with a lot of water in his mouth.

The guy in his thirties had messy hair that hadn't been washed in days, and he looked like a guy who had come from the south to fight. He said, "Brother, I'm also from the south, listen to your accent, brother, you're from Coriolis County, right?" I'm the same. After my military service, I returned to the south to work as a hunter, but I couldn't afford to spend the money! The flowing money, the flowing mother-in-law, there is no point in hunting every day. I just want to go to the north to join a mercenary group, I go to war, and I still have ten gold coins to get! If I kill such a barbarian guy, I won't lose! The guy took a bite of the garlic sausage and said loudly as he chewed.

"You're young, boy. When I was your age, I also wanted to earn military merits, get some cultivation resources, cultivate well, and strive to become a fourth-level war master. But what? I don't think I have any hope of becoming a fourth-level war master in my life! Okay, I'm leaving, everyone eat and drink well. The mercenary in his forties carried his somewhat heavy package and set out on his way home.

The guy in his thirties is about to set foot on the battlefield in the north with empty bags. This is just a small portrayal of the Franco-Austrian alliance today.

At a place that sells bread, two merchants are discussing something. A thin merchant said: "I think that in this day and age, bread must be indispensable, and the prices in the north have begun to rise, and bread is the first to bear the brunt." And what about the South? They began to transport large quantities of grain to the north, and the price of bread did not rise on a large scale in a short time. But as the war began, the news of the death in the newspapers spread to the cities in the north, and the news of the deaths of their relatives and friends reached them. When the time comes, the desire to hoard things will rise. So, if we want to make such a stroke in this wave, from the south, we still have to do something. Food and clothing are important today, and when winter comes, the textile industry in the north will be damaged, and prices will rise rapidly, so there is nothing wrong with hoarding something first......

Where the City Guard is located. The city guards, dressed in blue uniforms, were patrolling the city of Blekinge, while others were stationed at key points in the chaotic streets.

In the City Guard Department, a middle-aged, thin man with a goatee sat in a chair, and in front of him was a guy who looked a little like him.

Cariban is the head of the city guard in Blekinge, and in front of him is his brother Terekou, the head of the logistics department.

"Dear brother. The old equipment used by the city guards had been transported to the south by steam train, and the southerners had bought it at a great price. Here's the bill. Grimling, his treacherous and cunning eyes sparkling, pulled out a bag and handed it to Kaliban.

"My dear brother. Why bother to report clearly and clearly for some small things? These old equipment can hardly meet the needs of the city guards for combat effectiveness. Kaliban smiled and took the bag from his brother's hand and opened some of it, revealing the light of a small pile of Yuan Stones.

In fact, the strength of these city guards is rarely more than the existence of fifth-level war divisions, most of them are the descendants of merchants and nobles who have paid out of their pockets, have a little relationship, and have a little background, and their strength is very poor, but who said that without strength, they can't survive in this world? It's just that they don't have those who have the strength to live a more chic and dignified life. But it's also safer to some extent.

Franco patrolled the city walls with a cigar in his mouth, followed by a team of ten, he was the captain of the team, and his strength had reached the fourth level of the battle division.

"Half an hour to go, brothers, cheer up. Years of life go on, and we can't stop living as dognoses. In half an hour, you will be able to find your heart and your love. Franco puffed on his cigar, exhaled a rich puff of smoke, and said.

"Captain, what do you say this war in the north is for? Those guys from the Terence Prairie sent a large number of troops to run to the realm of He, and they didn't get any benefit. A young man asked.

"Fuck you, I really want to punch you, how do I know what those brutes think? They robbed your wife, children, and money all, what do you say it was for? Can it be for you as a third-level warrior? Franco laughed.

"But for how many years, they haven't once broken through the majestic city of Eurotas, where have they gotten any great benefits?" The youth asked again.

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it. You speak like the priests of the Holy Grace Cross Church, asking questions every day. Ask again, and I'll hang your boy upside down on the wall. Franco spat and threw the cigar holder out of the walls.

Fellows from the northern border crowded the small hotels in Blekinge, and the sounds of coughing, noise, and crying were heard in the streets from the red erotic hotels.

The so-called red mood is just a layer of red gauze on the outside of the oil lamp.

in a small room. The man, dressed in autumn clothes, was smoking a cigarette made of tobacco, his face wrinkled, and he looked at the floor with some solemnity. He listened to the cries of the children and the comforting sounds of his mother coming from next door, and spat on them. Taking a deep sip, how many years had he sinned in his youth, fled to the north, and worked as a tenant farmer in the home of a small nobleman. Now, where can he go?