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Chapter 1378 1376. The idiot is silent, he must be making trouble

Gunshots were heard again in the Marshal's office, causing the gendarmes on duty outside to look at each other.

They moved in a lazy manner, expecting to see the old marshal committing suicide out of shame and anger after opening the door, and then they would come forward to collect the marshal's body, so as to at least preserve the last bit of the commander-in-chief's dignity.

There are many reasons why the hatred between superiors and subordinates is so strong.

The first and most important point is that everyone knows that Marshal Heraclius invested the pensions left by the legion to veterans.

In the past, when the Misty Sea Trading Company was able to create a myth of benefit, everyone praised the Marshal for his foresight and for being able to get more pensions, and no one used this matter to attack him.

After all, soldiers are very pure, and their likes and dislikes are always expressed quite directly.

However, now, there was a big news about the Misty Sea Trading Company. Although the marshal blocked the news immediately, who can serve in the army here without a few relatives in the city?
The news of the riots in the port area and the "burning of the trading company" had spread throughout the military camp, and the legend of the "Flying Man at the Port" was constantly being updated every day. Under such circumstances, it was natural for the soldiers to be worried, but the old marshal, who should have come forward to explain the situation as soon as possible, only issued a bland "rumor-refuting statement" and lied that the soldiers' pensions were all safely in the fortress vault.

This is just like burning newspapers at graves to fool ghosts!

Secondly, the Marshal’s condition has been very abnormal these past two days.

He had a bad temper and was quickly degenerating into an old confused drunkard. This morning, four officers could not bear everyone's pleading and planned to talk to the old marshal about the pension issue, at least to get a reliable answer. However, just a few minutes after they entered the marshal's office, gunshots were heard inside.

The officer's body was then dragged out and hung on the fortress gate tower as a "traitor who planned to attack his superiors."

But the problem is that the officers who were elected by the soldiers as representatives were all very popular commanders. The four of them had a very good reputation in the barracks. During the period when General Baldwin was in power, they were already recognized as "good men" by everyone, and they were all eager to help others!

When other officers avoided talking about the matter, they were willing to seek justice on behalf of the soldiers. This in itself represented their prestige and popularity in the barracks.

These four people were killed by the old marshal. To be honest, this is not just a matter of chilling the soldiers' hearts.

It was unknown what the soldiers directly under the four officers were planning to do as they gathered on the military camp's playground, but the others just watched coldly and had no intention of going up to give them some advice. Instead, the logistics officer was surrounded by increasingly anxious soldiers, asking whether this month's allowance could still be paid out.

The logistics officer, who was the old marshal's confidant, had a big belly and usually looked like a decent-looking man, but when he was surrounded by angry soldiers, his face turned pale and he was sweating profusely.

"Tell me what's up! Where's this month's allowance?"

A drunk junior officer stepped on the table and cursed with red eyes:

"I won't even mention the pension issue. After all, we all know that investment is risky. But the allowance shouldn't be unpaid, right? My whole family depends on my allowance for food."

"Yes, yes!"

"Speak up you fat pig!"

A group of soldiers around started to make noise when they saw someone taking the lead.

They gathered around him, rolled up their sleeves, and stared at the dirty quartermaster with unfriendly eyes. It was too late for the latter to run away. Seeing more and more people gathering, he subconsciously pulled out the pistol from his waist in fear, raised it to the sky and cursed:

"Back off! Everyone, back off! You guys who are committing insubordination should be executed! I am a knight! I am a respectable person with status. Your allowance is there, why are you in such a hurry? It's not even the day for the allowance to be paid."

He roared and waved his pistol, forcing the surrounding soldiers to retreat, and made up a lie to try to calm the guys above him. However, before the quartermaster could make up more reasons, an old sergeant in the quartermaster's office, whom he regarded as a "confidant", suddenly jumped up and shouted:
"Don't believe him! He's lying!
A few days ago, Heraclius' grandson was bewitched by Ivankov and invested all the funds stored in the fortress into that damn scam! It was me and other soldiers who followed this fat pig to deliver the money in person!
Brothers, there is no money left in the fortress!

Not to mention the pensions for those of us who are about to retire, we can’t even pay out your allowance for this month.

Don't believe in the trade profits of the Legion Chamber of Commerce, that's all nonsense.

The head of that chamber of commerce is Heraclius' brother-in-law, and that idiot is an idiot who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun! Their only business is to invest in the Misty Sea Trading Company, and then they are sent to Treasure Bay by those scammers to enjoy life and engage in corruption.

This fat pig was bragging to me a few days ago that he had sex with four women in one night in Booty Bay."

"Shut up! Shut up the fuck up!"

The fat quartermaster was so frightened that his face turned yellow. He pointed his revolver at the old soldier who was talking nonsense, but the old soldier was not afraid at all. Instead, he rolled up his sleeves and stood with the other angry soldiers, and continued to incite them:

"This guy has the key to the vault hidden in his shirt. Brothers, take it away! I'll take you to see it. I know the combination of the mechanical lock! I swear on my life, there is no money in there anymore. We are bankrupt, brothers.

Blame these self-righteous idiots."

"you shut up!!!"

The fat quartermaster aimed at the old sergeant who kept saying fatal words and inciting him, but the next second the young officer who rushed from behind snatched the gun with skillful enemy-catching skills, and then knocked the guy to the ground with a sweeping kick.

The soldiers immediately rushed forward and howled, beating the fat pig. The latter was still struggling at first, but later it was just screaming.

Seeing his wailing becoming weaker and weaker, the young officer and the old sergeant looked at each other and saw the strange look in each other's eyes. Then he raised his gun and fired a shot, shouting:
"Don't beat him to death, soldiers! We are well-trained professional soldiers, we have our own honor! We are just trying to get back our money, we are not thugs! Arrest him!

Leave a few people here with me to watch him!
Sergeant Coben, take the soldiers to the treasury and check. If there is still money there to give us, then I am willing to go to Marshal Heraclius to be punished!
But if our allowances are gone, then, for the sake of the four "warriors" who were shot this morning, we will have to go and have a good talk with that bastard Heraclius."

"Yes! Let's go and have a look."

Some soldiers from poor families were anxious to know whether they could get their monthly salary, so they surrounded the old sergeant and held the bloodstained key and went to the heavily guarded vault at the rear of the fortress. They shouted and called together many soldiers who were not on duty along the way. In the office of the quartermaster department, the quartermaster who was almost beaten to death by the angry soldiers was now curled up in fear.

There was blood all over his body and his eyes were lost and confused.

The young officer guarding here looked around, then gestured to several of his trusted soldiers to ask them to guard outside the door. He played with the quartermaster's luxurious revolver decorated with tortoise shells, walked up to the fat man, squatted down, took out two cigarettes from his jacket pocket, lit one for himself, and lit another for the quartermaster who was almost scared to death.

The spiciness of the tobacco brought the guy, who was on the brink of fear, back to his senses.

He shook the fat on his body and looked around. The fact that he could become the old marshal's confidant showed that this guy had some brains. Seeing this scene, he knew that the young officer in front of him definitely had "something" to do.

"No, tell me, what do you want me to do? I'm willing to do it as long as I can save my life."

The quartermaster said this in a low voice, and the young officer laughed. He was drunk just now, but now he reached out and patted the guy on the shoulder and said:

"Don't be afraid. I will give you great wealth. Ruel, tell me the truth first. How much did Heraclius invest in the Misty Sea Trading Company?"

"All votes."

The quartermaster held a cigarette in his mouth and said tremblingly:

"It's not just the soldiers' allowances and veterans' pensions, but also all the reserves of the entire Legion Chamber of Commerce, old marshal. No, that greedy old thing threw his own fortune into it, otherwise why would he drown his sorrows in alcohol?

That guy went from being the richest man in Nordtorf to a penniless pauper overnight. Why do you think he stayed in the barracks these days?

Did he like the military camp? Did you really think he cared about the soldiers?

fart!

He didn't dare go back to his manor!
The relatives who had been deceived by him and brought into this scam to make a fortune had surrounded his estate, and even his children had cut off all ties with him. The old man was now alone.

The most terrifying thing is that he mortgaged the title deeds of the fortress and the surrounding areas, so in theory, the fortress itself was no longer the queen's property, and the funds allocated by the kingdom's treasury to build a new defense line outside the city of Cadman south of Kafhoka were also thrown into that bottomless pit.

Buddy
We are all paupers now.

You see, I am penniless, so why don't you just ignore me for my bad luck?"

"Haha, you are quite good at talking."

The junior officer snorted, twirled the revolver around his fingers, and said:
"I won't hide it from you. I serve His Highness Andre. As long as you work hard and help His Highness control this legion, it will be a great achievement, and you will be guaranteed a good life in the future. Most importantly, His Highness Andre has a way to help us get back the capital that was defrauded.

Your Highness has been busy with this matter these days."

"what?"

The fat quartermaster was a little scared at first, but when he heard that he could get his capital back, his eyes lit up. He took a deep puff of smoke, rolled his eyes, and whispered:

"To be honest, I am related to old Heraclius. If Your Highness can really get the principal back for everyone, then shouldn't the old man's share be inherited by his relatives?"

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"Oh?"

The young officer looked at the vicious fat man in front of him with a surprised look, and said playfully:
"But even if the old marshal died, he still has sons and daughters, a whole family, many of whom are closer relatives than you, so it won't be your turn."

"But as I said just now, those guys have been gathering at the old man's manor to collect debts these days. Everyone is here, and we have tens of thousands of angry warriors here."

The quartermaster narrowed his eyes, quietly made a "cut" gesture, and then hurriedly said:

"Of course, the old man's ill-gotten gains should not be used to pollute the hearts of good people. I am willing to donate half to His Highness Andre to serve the country!"

"Only half? Do you think His Highness is so easy to deal with? Am I too friendly? Do you want to let His Highness's thorn vampires talk to you instead?"

The junior officer snorted, and the quartermaster immediately changed his words:

"Two-thirds! I really can't have more. If I want to inherit the old man's property, part of the territory and the hereditary title, I have to smooth over the relationship with the Kingdom's Heraldry Academy. Those heraldry scholars have a big appetite."

"Hmph, that's pretty much it."

The young officer made a universal gesture and said:
"But what about everyone else's share?"

"I'll find a way to get it together. The old man's several estates in Kavhoka are actually quite valuable."

The quartermaster immediately replied, and the agreement was happily reached.

A few minutes later, this guy returned to the "righteous" camp as a "tainted witness", while Sergeant Coben had returned to the quartermaster's office with a group of angry soldiers. Those soldiers were cursing, saying things like "there is no money in the vault" and "even a rat would commit suicide if it went in". The boiling anger was brewing like scalding hot oil.

"Warriors! We just want to get back what we deserve. Follow me! I'll take you to find Marshal Heraclius. We want to ask him for the truth! How could he invest our money without our permission and lose it in gambling?
Follow me, warriors!"

The young officer waved his pistol and shouted. Instigated by some grassroots commanders in the crowd who had already been recruited by Andre, the angry soldiers followed the officer towards the marshal's office.

The gendarmes who were supposed to stop them along the way pretended not to see anything; after all, they were busy too.

The Secretary General who was killed by the Marshal had his head cracked open, with red and white scattered all over the floor, making it quite troublesome to clean up.

Just when this group of angry soldiers arrived in front of the office building, they happened to meet Marshal Heraclius, who had changed into military uniform and looked extremely majestic, walking out of the building with several guards.

The two sides met in the open space in front of the office building.

The old marshal was visibly excited at this moment. His cloudy eyes were full of bloodshot. When he saw the soldiers in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, and then he angrily scolded:
"You are gathering in the barracks for no reason, making noise and carrying weapons! What are you planning to do? Are you going to rebel?"

The soldiers remained silent, but the fact that no one withdrew showed the seriousness of the situation. According to normal procedures, the military police would have been sent out to suppress the rebellion or prepare for a battle, but Heraclius did not do so. Instead, the old marshal shouted:

"I can probably guess what you want to do, but listen to me, warriors. I am also a victim of the Misty Sea Trading Company's scam, and I have found substantial evidence! Our investment failed not because of our vision or luck, this was a trap set for us by the Transians from the beginning!

They are afraid of Nordtov's warriors, so they can only use such despicable means to corrupt our minds and plunder our property! Listen to me, that bastard Ivankov is a Transian spy!
The Misty Sea Trading Company is a conspiracy group under the command of the vampire Murphy. Their evil god hid in a secret room covered in blood and planned all this!
Our money is in their hands now!

Do you want your own money?
Do you want to regain the bright future that should have been for your family?
If you want, then listen to me!
Now prepare your troops and march immediately. I will take you to the Transian territory to take back what belongs to us! You have all heard about the wealth of Batasi City. As long as we capture it, everyone will get rich!

I won't take a penny from the spoils of this battle. All the gains are yours!"

It has to be said that Heraclius, who had been a soldier all his life, was indeed a master at incitement. He was able to divert conflicts with just a few words. If the soldiers had acted spontaneously and without organization, they would probably have been convinced by his well-reasoned arguments.

However, this was no accidental gathering.

"First you cheated us out of our money! Now you want to trick us into going with you to the Transians to die?"

The leading junior officer angrily cursed:

"It's not enough that you took the money, you also want to use our lives to repair the sinkhole you dug? We don't even have supplies! How can we fight the Transians? You bastard! You obviously want to start a war at this time and drag the whole country into the quagmire to escape your guilt!

Damn!

You are ten thousand times more vicious than I thought!
Brothers, don't listen to his instigation!
We will not go to war for the ambition of a crazy old man, the wolf girl did not order the war! We are not traitors! We just want our money back now! Heraclius, you bastard! Give us our hard-earned money back."

"boom"

A gunshot interrupted all the young officer's roars.

He looked at the blood gushing out of his waist and abdomen in disbelief, then glanced at Heraclius who was drawing his gun and shooting in front of him.

He really didn't expect that the old man would be so reckless! You have been a soldier all your life, don't you know what it means to take the initiative to shoot in this situation? You really think your title of marshal can suppress everything, right?

"Zhao! Fuck him!"

I don’t know who shouted.

In short, when the leading young officer fell to the ground, the strings in the hearts of the soldiers, who had already been extremely angry, completely broke. When the angry soldiers picked up their weapons and rushed towards him, Marshal Heraclius finally came to his senses.

He placed the fine, smoking pistol against his chin.

but.
It's too late.

(End of this chapter)