Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 368 Reunion of Old Friends

General Van Snick was thrown into the Thunder Division's holding cell, screaming for God's sake, screaming for the earth. In the five or six days that Marshal Michelle hasn't been back, he won't think about it. Even if he yelled at Claude in the cell, he was guilty of treason, insulting the general of the kingdom or something, and nobody ignored him. Claude only said one thing. Now that he's so spiritual, let's just say he's hungry all day and night. Don't give him a slice of bread...

Colonel Shazorak came to the battlefield headquarters, and Claude didn't give a shit. He gave him the merchant and the men accompanying him and told him he needed a confession. He needed the merchant to confess to being an agent of the Kingdom of Hicks. Because it is only in this way that the crisis of imprisoning a general of the Kingdom under false orders from his own army can be resolved. While Claude believed that Marshal Michel would admit the non-existent order, it was not a bad thing to keep the evidence tight.

Colonel Shazorak, who could be seen by Marshal Michel, simply listened to Claude's story of an entire emergency, nodded and said he understood, and then took the businessman and his entourage. Claudette relieved herself and sent a message to the Command of the Ranger Regiment, asking the Ranger Regiment Military Justice Department, in its capacity as Commander in Chief of the theatre, to release Colonel Scully immediately, failing which charges would be brought against the responsible officer of the Military Justice Department for the misdemeanor of the aircraft.

In the kingdom of Ovilas, whether in the army or the navy, military personnel violate military discipline, for whatever reason, without prejudice to future promotions. But there can only be no charges of musketeering. By associating yourself with this crime, you mean the end of your future in the army. Indeed, more than an hour after this hawk was sent, Colonel Skerry received a hawk message that he had been released to continue to chair the Logistics Department.

Claude immediately wrote a circular ordering the Communications Office to transmit the incident to Colonel Bolognick, stationed in the Rock First Division of Brickaman City, and to Marshal Michel, who had visited him elsewhere, regarding his confinement of General Fansnik. Claude may have handled this very simply and brutally, but we're running out of time, we're all very busy, and we don't have the guts to talk about it. I'm sure Marshal Michelle will understand how Claude handled it, after all, the buttocks should have been wiped clean...

The next day, the first group of immigrant families arrived in Lanhu Town, a group of more than 17,000 immigrants, together with more than 80,000 family members, accompanied by more than 4,000 people from four local security camps.

Claude spent a day in an immigration camp. Every immigrant family was registered and stayed in a new camp tent, then they waited for the property assigned to them. If farming is carried out, each household can be divided into 10 acres of wasteland, which requires their own cultivation. Of course, if they were willing to settle in the hills and look for a job in the mining and business associations, the associations would provide a home and a month's salary in advance to these immigrant families...

By the time Claude returns to theatre command, it will be evening. Major Anders, the deputy commander assigned to the theatre headquarters, reported that the new head of the firearms repair workshop, a countess with his daughter, a baroness, and a boy had come to visit Claude, the theatre's chief commander, but that, in the absence of Claude, they had left for Castle Grenouille.

Claude nodded, indicating he knew. He doesn't care if he meets with the director of the new firearms repair workshop. Anyway, only Colonel Scully, the head of the logistics department, will deal with this firearms repair workshop in the war zone. It doesn't matter if he doesn't see this Count, I'm sure this Count came to visit him just out of courtesy...

“Sir, the commander of those four local guard battalions has been waiting here all afternoon. Would you like to meet them?” Major Anders said.

It follows that the four local guard battalions were sent here to disband and join the five reinforced divisions, so that the four battalion commanders would remain in theatre headquarters, and that their future was at stake.

“Okay, let them come to my office one at a time.” Claude said.

“Reporting sir, the Zeroman City District Guard Battalion, Ambrizeshire, reporting to you, this is Battalion Commander Aliga. Major Rosedale.” This 30-year-old battalion commander salutes Claudel.

Claude also rose to salute the battalion commander and asked him to sit down. Ambrizer County is right next to the three southwestern counties, and the first county Claude used to pass when he left White Deer Town to join the Blue Feathers Corps was Ambrizer County. Though it was known that Zeroman City was not a county, Claude's conversation with the commander of the battalion called Aliga about the black forest along the border between Ambrizeshire and White Deer City eased his nervousness a lot.

The meeting lasted about 10 minutes, Claude mainly understood what kind of battle this Zeroman City police battalion had experienced during the five years of Eastern Regional Warfare, whether it had suppressed local riots or participated in Legion-dominated positions of offensive defense... while explaining to this battalion commander the formation of the next five reinforced divisions, comforting the battalion commander, reassuring him that the theatre would give him the opportunity to perform whenever he had the ability, and so on...

Almost all the commanders of the first three local guard battalions were shot out like this by Claude until the commander of the fourth local guard battalion came in and wondered if he could skip some steps and save time so that he could go home and rest early.

But Claude jumped in shock when he saw someone entering the office: "How could it be you? How did you get here..."

Claude never dreamed of seeing his teenager friend here, Bok Al. Years later, this guy's body grew rounder, and the uniform of the local guard camp was more appropriate to strangle him than to wear on him. Perhaps knowing his own body, knowing that this fat body really doesn't look like a soldier, Boc Al deliberately left himself at the last...

Bok Al's expression was also incredible and shocking, and he pointed at Claude and couldn't speak. Claude Haha laughed and walked past a small companion holding him tight as a teenager, even though he had become a big fat man by now.

What Claude didn't expect was that Boc Al had strangled himself, and his blushing neck cursed, “Oh. Turns out it was you who caused me, so I told you, nine local guard battalions in Southwestern Three Counties, just so happens to come to our local guard battalion in Banguilia City to join you in this shithole, what second-line regiment..."

Claude got rid of Boc Al's hands so easily, he pushed him to the couch next to him: "Fatty, what are you talking about? What do you mean, I didn't even think you'd show up in front of me. Tell me, what exactly is this place of fame...”

Looking at his shape, Bok Al was sober, realizing that he was not Claude's opponent at all, and he looked at Claude and said, “Are you really screwing this up? Didn't you deliberately transfer our Bongilia City guard battalion to your battlefield? ”

And Claude realized it wasn't right, and he said, "What's going on? It should be good for your local guard battalion to be deployed to the war zone. From the local guard force to the second-line regiment, you are promoted to the first rank, otherwise you are a major battalion commander equivalent to one of our captains, and you must pay tribute first. Besides, I was unable to specify which local guard battalion to deploy. The Royal Army said it was sending us twenty local guard battalions with combat experience to reinforce our battlefield, so I don't know where they were sending the local guard battalions..."

Big Fat Bok Al's bitter face: "Come on, it's none of your business. It's their revenge. Deliberately dispatched the battalion commander from this obscure area of my security camp here to facilitate their operations..."

Claude somehow pushed Bock-All: "Fatty, what is this? How can I not understand? Did you offend anybody? Did they take care of you? Don't worry, this is my place, no one can take care of you...”

Bok Al was not angry: "Go, go, say it's none of your business, you don't understand anyway. It's just that I've been sent to this shithole, and my family's business is about to fall apart again..."

Some people just can't give face, like this big fat guy in front of them. He probably forgot his current situation, and Claude had become his top boss, not that juvenile joke companion.

Claude smiled and went back to the desk and sat down and dotted the table with his index finger: "Major Boquer, please stand up and answer my question. ”

Bok Alman waved carelessly: "Stop it, Claude, I'm worried..."

Oh, Claudella pulled the bell rope behind her, the office door was pushed open, and the big Lieutenant Gemmy came in with two guard soldiers with a black face.

Claude pointed to Boc Al sitting on the sofa with a stunned face, and said in a derogatory manner: "Have you ever seen such a fat soldier? It's a disgrace to the face of a royal soldier! Take him to weigh in, see how much he weighs, then throw him in the recruit training department of the Thunder Division, tell the commander there, Lieutenant Colonel Muriel, when to help him lose 100 pounds and bring him back to me. ”

“Aye, sir.” Big Gummy slammed his neck, and the two guard soldiers behind him rushed straight to Bok Al.

Bok Al finally figured out what he was dealing with, obese bodies jumping off the couch with unexpected agility and pounding straight at Claude. Claude was sitting in a chair trying to stretch his leg open, and I didn't expect to be held in his calf by a hand from Boquer.

“No, boss, give me a break. I'm wrong, I shouldn't not have answered your question, and now I promise to answer everything you want, one, five, ten, absolutely unambiguous...” Boc Argyle's crying wolf echoes in the office.

Claude earned two strokes, couldn't get his feet back, and was hugged too tight by Bok Al. I had to wave to show Big Gummy to take someone out and wait outside.

“Tell me, what's the matter, who did you offend to make you think that your local guard battalion was deliberately sent to our battlefield?” Claude reached out and dragged Bok Al to get him off the ground first.

But Bok Al wouldn't wake up with Claude's calf in his arms and a snotty nose and tears on his face. Claude was cheered up by him: "I told you to wake up. Did you hear that? How did you become the captain of the local guard battalion and become a major?

Imagine, a few years ago, when I first came home to visit my family, and met your father, who was proud to tell me that you were promoted to second lieutenant. I thought you'd be retired soon enough to go home and run your business. I didn't expect you to stay in the guard camp all the time and become the commander of the Major's camp. This officer has been promoted fast enough... "

Bok Al finally let go of Claude's calf, climbed up from the ground, and mumbled in his mouth: “I knew I wouldn't stand that war anymore, who would have thought that the war effort that had been set up so long ago would have sent our guard camp to your shithole? As for promotion, in the local security system, it's very simple. When your boss is old enough to retire, your money will come in, and his vacant seat will naturally be yours. ”

Oh, Claude understands that this fat man paid for the position of battalion commander, and so does the promotion to Major in the local security system. But Claude was still curious: "Fatty, what made you decide to hang out in a local security camp instead of early retirement to run your family's business? ”

Bok Albert glanced at him and said, "You idiot, my father is still very rich. I came home so early to take care of business. Besides, I held the local security camp in Banguilia City. Much of the southwestern West Miloque County specialty was monopolized by our merchants, and even the Phoenix Chamber of Commerce in White Deer City could not open the scene in the county, and from time to time I took the guard battalion to find a way around. I didn't allow them to open a branch in the county until they couldn't return 30% of the shares in my business..."

Needless to say, Claude already knows who's behind the redeployment of Bok Al, the local police camp in Banguilia City. Poor big fat man must not know that the Phoenix Chamber of Commerce was behind the entire emerging business aristocracy coalition, and his groundsnake tried to suppress the strong dragon that had crossed the river, and ended up putting himself on the mainland of Nubian.

Seeing as if I was a teenager, my little buddy was brilliant and had a unique business perspective, but still lacked some grasp on the big picture. Perhaps he is well aware that the background of the Phoenix Chamber of Commerce is remarkable and that it is not easy for their families to offend. But in West Miloque County, Claude heard Bockard say that his relatives had a lot of power there and had a lot of public authority, otherwise he would not have been a captain of the local guard camp and promoted to Major.

Just because the Finnix Chamber of Commerce had forcibly entered 30% of their shares at their house of commerce, the angry Bock-All decided to give the Finnix Chamber some glance in West Millock County. Occupying the Heavenly and Territorial, he easily succeeded, and the Phoenix Chamber of Commerce admitted to losing back the 30% stake in their firm. Looks like Bok Al won all, and as a result he uprooted the Bongilia County Local Guard Battalion and redeployed it to the new war zone on the continent of Nubicia, into this colonial war against the invasion of the Kingdom of Hicks...

The fat man must not even know where he is losing. But he won't be coming back for a short time, or he'll be charged with running away. Fortunately, he also has a teenage acquaintance, Claude, and this is Claude's turf, where Bock-All can't afford to lose. It's just that he's so fat now that Claude can't get used to it, so Claude decides to help his teenager lose weight.

“Claude, for my father's sake, let me go...” Bok Al sighed and was dragged out by two guard soldiers.

“Tell Muriel to practice him hard, beat him up if he doesn't like it, and beat him up until he wears his clothes. Besides, don't make me cripple or risk my life, okay?” Claude said.

“Yes, sir. I see, I'll tell Lieutenant Colonel Muriel..." Big Grimm responding immediately.