Chapter 500 Turmoil
As for Mazov, who was far away in Erengrad, after receiving the letter from Karak Kaderin, he only glanced at it briefly and put it in his carrying bag.
With only one eye left staring at the person who had just entered, Mazov twisted his neck and a thunderclap appeared,
"How are the conditions of Plokin and the others?"
The veteran with a vicissitudes of life sighed and replied, "It's terrible, since two months ago After sending a letter in Kislev, contact with them was lost."
"The office doesn't have an explanation?" Mazov asked.
The veteran shook his head and said that he had already inquired, but the final result was not satisfactory.
Mazov looked around at the people sitting there. Most of their faces were full of vicissitudes of life, and they did not look as high-spirited as after returning to their hometown.
Since returning to Kislev, at the very beginning, the soldiers who had been suppressed for a long time caroused in Erengrad for a long time.
Brothels, taverns, theaters... every conceivable entertainment venue was flooded by these soldiers with bulging wallets.
After the carnival ended and they finally got down to business, they discovered a problem. Some people tried to buy land, but found that the price was so high that they were unable to afford the construction and maintenance costs.
Some people want to find a partner first. After all, most of them are still single. However, due to the interference of some unknown factors, many women avoid their pursuit.
The most irritating thing is the explanation from the Tsarist court. Motherland has nurtured you from birth to growth, and you have the ability to live alone. After losing more than 7,000 young and strong laborers, the reconstruction work has always been difficult to make progress.
Now is the time when sacrifices are needed. This part of the premium is for the motherland to have a better tomorrow and have the funds to hire more imperial construction teams to help Kislev.
Originally, many people believed this high-sounding reason. After all, the rhetoric of the Tsar's Court was quite moving. But when Mazov accidentally revealed that in addition to paying the soldiers' salaries, the Dragon's Court would also give the Tsar's Court a sum of money every year. After paying a lot of intermediary fees, the nature changed.
The soldiers finally heard the truth. People in Kislev believed that the mercenaries were following the elves to enjoy themselves and avoid the heavy labor work after the war.
The soldiers who heard the news were immediately stunned. The battlefield with nearly half of the casualties was actually said to be enjoyable. The first four years were spent fighting against the Skaven in the extremely hot Lustria, and the next four years were spent fighting against the Druzi in the extremely cold Nagaroth. They sent their salary back every year, only to receive discrimination in return? !
"I think Plokin and the others may have..." A soldier whose face was left with three scars on his cheek by the rat claws pounded the table, vaguely revealing a sense of uneasiness.
"Maybe we should try to put pressure on the office, otherwise these maids don't care about us traitors at all." A calmer-minded soldier will propose.
But Mazov had a different opinion. He shook his head and was pessimistic about this plan. "We lack influence and our attitude is much milder than that of Ulysses. The office will not care about our ideas." "
Uly Sith...I really can't believe that he is actually fighting for territory with those gangsters! A fight broke out at the dock five days ago, and large-caliber muskets were used." The scarred soldier gritted his teeth and spat out this terrible word word by word. information.
Where there are people, there are factions, and this is also true among mercenaries. Misha's Eagle, Daz's Light, and Winter's Icicle, the latter two were led by their captains back to their homeland, while the captain of the former was still in Caledor.
"At least they have done a good job. They used the money to build a big gang and live a good life. They are not like us, staying in a broken wooden house all day long and drinking." As he spoke, Mazov bent down and kicked himself. I picked up the vodka and prepared to take a sip.
"If Chief Judith knows about this, he will definitely kill them!" The scar soldiers are still dissatisfied with these people. The Light of Daz relies on the cohesion and execution ability that far exceeds the local gangs, as well as the vastly different combat effectiveness. Quickly occupying a dock area and seemingly preparing to make a living from it.
While everyone was silent, there was an untimely knock on the door.
Before anyone in the back room could open it, the uninvited guest had already entered. The person who came was none other than the Ulysses we were discussing just now. His slightly thin face and upright body made him look less like a Kislevian lady and more like a skinny monkey from the Southern Kingdom.
But everyone present knew that when he pulled out the sword from his waist, all the inherent impressions would change.
Ulysses said hello familiarly, picked up a chair and walked to the long table,
"Everyone from Misha Eagle, long time no see. It seems that you, like us, are not living a comfortable life."
"Ulysses..." Mazov squinted his eyes and looked at the thin monkey, and continued, "You definitely don't want to come here to reminisce about the past, at least you didn't have this idea before you became the godfather of Erengrad. "
After all, we have been brothers who have fought together for so many years. I am a little unhappy when I say this." Ulysses took out a bottle of vodka from his arms, opened the cork and took a sip himself, feeling satisfied. After burping,
"Well, what I didn't expect is that you haven't made any move at all. This is not in line with your villain style. Are you waiting for Rascal?" "I don't deny
this guess, but it's also Disagree."
"So it's a state between yes and no. You two are really interesting." "
Tell me the purpose of your coming here. If my guess is correct, you want to ask me for some manpower."
Snapping fingers appeared from the fingertips of Ulysses, and he looked at Mazov, "Not only that, I also need the help of Raskol. Everyone knows that he has some connections in Caledor." "The light of Daz is in five
days We robbed Keith Pier from gangs in The Hague before, but in the past five days, not a single ship has unloaded here. Do you know what this means?" Mazov held the wine bottle, and it seemed that he had taken
Yuli away before. The Sith thought too simply, thinking that they simply wanted to seize territory to maintain their livelihood, but the real purpose may be to test the authorities' thoughts.
Seeing that Mazov did not answer, Ulysses continued on his own, "The city hall does not intend to let us retired soldiers do non-taxable business. All ships scheduled to unload at Keith Pier are ordered to go when they enter the seaport. Other places."
The news came out, causing everyone to make a fuss. They already knew that they were being treated differently, but they didn't expect it to be so obvious.
"This is really good news." Mazov sighed helplessly. This is driving people into a dead end. The only cheap land currently sold by the Land Bureau is near Prague, which is close to the kingdom of trolls.
This is a clear attempt to squeeze out the last bit of value from these veterans and let them guard the borders of the motherland for generations to come.
Seeing that Mazov was a little touched, Ulysses stated his purpose,
"Let Raskol provide his contacts, and we will organize a black market ourselves to sell elf goods. I heard that Lord Oliveira has been dealing with the giant horned viper in the empire. Beastman, please contact Caledor's embassy in Marienburg to help import imperial goods. Since the authorities don't play by the rules, then we will do it ourselves!" Black market,
a special organization that does not need to pay taxes to the authorities, Erlen Of course there are some in Gullah, but generally they only sell rare contraband items.
It seems that Ulysses intends to directly confront the normal circulation market and turn the black market into a place with high quality and low prices in the true sense.
(End of chapter)