On the evening of the arrival of the convoy at the Brest Fortress, a grand dinner was held at the fortress.

The fortress has a specially built guest house of the V.E company, not far from the administrative area of the fortress, adjacent to a small four-storey building in the residential area.

The first floor is a dining room with a courtyard, the second floor is a massage room and steam room that also provide "special services", the third floor is a recreation room with bridge, roulette, billiards, bowling and other entertainment facilities, and the fourth floor is a VIP soundproof box with only coffee and tea, where the fortress commander and senior officers whisper to the company's salesmen.

Whenever a cargo arrives, a sumptuous drill is laid out here. The first course of the day was a half-ton roasted sturgeon, and the greasy and fatty aroma wafted through the guest house. On occasions like this, mid- and lower-ranking officers can also bring their wives and children into the hall full of tempting aromas and enjoy rare delicacies together. It had been a long time since they had eaten at a table that was almost crushed by hearty food. The wives quietly put slices of bread with various delicacies in their handbags, because many officers have more than one child in their families, and out of politeness, they only bring their eldest son or eldest daughter to the banquet, and there are children waiting for them at home......

The moment he dragged himself tired and threw himself on the bed, driven by the comfortable feeling of relaxation, the young man almost did something that was not reserved for a soldier.

For example, pointing his fist at the ceiling, with a smile on his face that is extremely happy, and he will die like that without regrets, and he screams hoarsely, "It's over, it's over, it's over, and it's over with those bastards, and it's okay to settle accounts for those fools!" I have heard the gospel of God, I am alive, God is not dead, praise the Mother!", etc.

Parsifal was not a devout believer, but after a day of mental and physical grinding, he almost wanted to go to confession to relieve his stress.

There were only two kinds of people in the Brest Fortress, fools and bastards.

Although these words scolded their own relatives, the villagers who robbed the road always insisted on this opinion, and Parsifal's experience at the end of the day fully proved the correctness of those words.

Count Alexei Nikolayevich Kuropatkin, former Minister of War, commander of the Brest Fortress. At the same time, he is also the biggest bastard in the fortress. Not one of them.

This is not just the opinion of the villagers and soldiers. After the first meeting (if that could be called a "meeting" rather than a "sweep", and after a long day of wandering around the fortress and witnessing all the things, this was what Parsifal thought.

His Excellency the Count is the representative of the principality's magnates. In him is a collection of incompetence, greed, cowardice, stupidity, stubbornness, mediocrity and many other shortcomings. Say that this utter fool is one of the symbols of the entire principality. It's not an exaggeration. When he was the Minister of National Defense, he once made the move of assigning a general to every thousand-man team, and when he went down to the grassroots level to inspect. He almost died in a prostitute's bed because of a heart attack. After this incident, the cousin of His Majesty the Tsar was sent to the Brest Fortress, and after a few days of silence, the Count began to toss again. Misdeeds such as the resale of military materiel, the withholding of military salaries, the use of soldiers as labourers, the settling-in payments and livestock of Mexican immigrants, the trafficking of human beings and stimulants, and the opening of casinos and brothels in the fortresses, were endless. Under the "efforts" of the earl, the "gray cattle" who were not high in combat effectiveness became even more wastewood.

Due to the subtle changes in the domestic situation of the Principality, the importance of the Brest Fortress in the front-line defense system of the border has become increasingly prominent, and the War Department of the Principality has realized that it may not be enough to have a royal relative in charge, and decided to select elite troops from various garrisons to further enrich the combat power of the fortress. But this move only made the already precarious defense line of the fortress even more dangerous.

An inexperienced rookie, a child soldier with a hereditary military position, a deserter who has been caught, a weirdo who has a bad relationship with his superiors, a soldier ruffian with various criminal records, and a veteran who takes pleasure in messing around...... Even the restless elements who had participated in the anti-tax and anti-donation social movement! It seems that the various executive departments saw the Brest Fortress as a shelter for dealing with problem people, a great opportunity for a major clean-up.

If one day human beings really kill it, even if the mother goddess appears, if General Kutuzov, who is sleeping in the St. Petersburg Heroes' Cemetery, crawls out of the coffin to command this group of cattle and waste wood, it will not be able to defend the fortress, it will only make him lie down again.

"I'm not sure if the constant delivery of supplies to the principality will have the desired meaning, and if the end result of this is to make the loot lists of the human armies look better, then ......"

The pencil stopped, and Parsifal bit the shaft of the pen and thought for a moment, erasing his thoughts with an eraser.

Submitting the report of Shangfeng does not require personal feelings, only detailed numbers and words, feelings or something, and you can leave them in your heart.

Gathering his thoughts, and then the dim oil lamp, Parsifal continued:

"Despite the greedy and stupid superiors and the numb soldiers, this is not the case for everyone, and some of the soldiers and their families maintain the necessary sense of battle, and this enterprising spirit can also be seen in the Duchy Navy who rushed to the fortress in the afternoon to collect supplies. According to themselves, it was the subordinates of the commander of the Baltic Fleet, Rear Admiral Stepan Makarov......"

The arrival of the navy was not a surprise, and although V.E could transport supplies to the Principality Navy through the guò smuggling fleet, the harsh sea conditions in the northern icy sea and the patrol guides of the Albiang Navy could only be transported by submarine or smuggled in small formations. This mode of transport was not only time-consuming and labor-intensive, but also difficult to meet the needs of the rebuilding Principality's navy. Therefore, transshipment by land has become the only choice for the navy.

Some of the cannons and flintlock pistols delivered this time belonged to the Principality Navy, led by the cruiser "Varyag" -- the third warship of the Principality Navy to carry on this name, the former one became the Wehrmacht Air Force training ship "Adler" -- Captain Rudnev, and in addition to the laborers who were responsible for transporting it, there were also hundreds of naval technicians. In the process of receiving and inspecting the goods, their watch is very professional, and it is impeccable according to the standards of the logistics department of the defense army.

The Navy's cousin almost subverted Parsifal's influence on the Duchy's army, but it was only almost.

The work of the Navy personnel was impeccable, but due to budget constraints, the number of guns they purchased was really limited and could not meet their needs. Thankfully, they didn't have to charge on land, or Parsifal would have thought they might have resorted to the crazy tactic of two people with one gun, and the one with the gun would be killed and the other would pick up the gun and continue the charge.

Even if the soldiers of the principality were treated as cattle, this kind of meat bullet charge was too crazy......

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Parsifal was surprised by the presence of visitors at this time, and after putting away his notebook, the elven boy opened the door and froze there.

"The ......"

Melon melon bowling ball

How to describe the horned girl's magnificent breasts, which fluttered slightly with breathing and movements? Strangled by the translucent red silk nightgown, the face and bare shoulders showed a shy pink, and the sensational effect reached its highest point.

"Little ...... Miss, may I ask you ......?"

The teenager, who had not yet shed his virginity and had no specific plans, swallowed his saliva and asked stiffly.

"Guest officer...... That one...... By order of the Governor-General...... Belch...... Serve...... The first time I do it, please ask the gentleman to ...... Be gentle, don't ...... It hurts so much......"

With an expression of almost crying, the cow girl took a step forward, I don't know if it was the pair of big breasts that covered her vision, or because she was clumsy by nature, she actually tripped over the threshold. With the exclamation of "ah" from the two of them, the girl who clamped the boy's head with her breasts, and the teenager who buried her head in the girl's cleavage, made a sound of "popping" and "rattling" on the old wooden floor, and the youth hormones and the girl's body fragrance overflowed the room. (To be continued......)