Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 373: The Mission of Bok Al

Bok Al stood in front of Claude again.

“Looks like you're doing well, muscles are strong, not the way I first saw your fat trembling.” Claude reached out satisfied and stabbed Bok Al in the stomach. Losing more than eighty pounds does change a lot for Bok Al, at least the uniform doesn't feel tight in the flesh. It looks fat, but at least it's not like you're shaking your whole body with fat and panting.

Ignoring Claude's laughter, Bok Al looked up at the ceiling and seemed to have something worth studying. Apparently, he was very dissatisfied with Claude forcing him to lose weight and thought he had suffered enough in the Thunder Division. So he was a little proud at the moment, probably hearing from Muriel what Claude was going to do, and decided to take a non-cooperative attitude to express his protest against Claude.

Claude never doubted the personal ability of his teenager playmate, a fat man born with a sense of affinity that he could easily get along with and unconsciously help him to the best of his abilities. That's why Bok Al gets water for business like fish, he understands that the benefits are shared, the benefits are all there, and he has a generous, friendly looking face, nothing to watch out for, and with that brilliant business perspective, if this guy can't make money, who can make money?

So when Claude heard Muriel complain that his teenager companion was able to mix three or four servings of meal into one person in the Thunder Division, he knew that his attempts to help Bok Al lose weight were completely broken. It doesn't matter if you treat Bok Al any more harshly, this guy has mixed the Thunder Division cafeteria into his own territory.

The simple reason is that even if Bok Al is treated as a school officer in the Thunder Division by virtue of his Major's rank, the usual situation is to add up to one more person's weight. Muried complained that Bok Al, when he could eat three or four meals per person, meant that he had the extra help and trust of a canteen, and that he could eat it openly in the canteen...

Claude, ignoring himself and not upset, turned around and sat down behind the desk, silently looking at Boquer. There was a moment of silence in the office, time went by, and nobody spoke.

Bok Al finally got a little restless, and he started peeking at Claude, but he saw Claude lazy, leaning on the table and staring at himself with interest. Then Bok Al started to feel something was wrong with his whole body. Anyway, he was standing, Claude was sitting there looking at him with a gaze of scrutiny, and he felt uncomfortable in any position...

“You, you called me. Yes, what is it?” Bok Al opened his mouth first and let out most of the momentum. Man had to turn his head under the eaves, and he decided to pass this level before talking.

“Major, you have to report to me first.” Claude put his hands behind his head for a long time.

Bok Al was half-dead, but he couldn't help it. Claude is now his superior officer. He's right. Claude summoned him here, but he's just a major. He has to say hello to Claude first.

“Reporting General, Commander of the Local Guard Battalion, Bongilia City, West Miloque County, Bok Al. Major Boldman reports to you and follows your instructions.” Bok Al had no choice but to stand up, salute Claude and shout out his duties and ranks.

“At ease.” Claude answered a courtesy casually, informing him in the mouth of the office: “Major Bockard, I regret to inform you that there are no more local guard battalions in Banguilia City, West Miloque County. Because they have been integrated into the Thunder Division and several Rock Division regiments, your original position has been dismissed and you are now just a major awaiting appointment in our Overseas Territories battlefield...

In addition, there is a lot of controversy about your appointment, and a lot of people think you're not a qualified officer, and by your size, you can conclude that you're not fit to be a soldier. So what do you think of the proposal to demobilize your captain? Major Boquer? ”

“Not so good!” Bok Al looked at Claude furiously, his forehead blushing. It would be a disgrace to his family if he retired from the rank of Captain to return home. As everyone knows, he was a major, and as a result he was demoted and forcibly decommissioned from the mainland of Nubicia, meaning that his family's business could no longer benefit from him, and that his rank would become a joke for others, and he could not raise his head for the rest of his life.

“Claude, is that how you treat your teenage friends?” Bok Al blushes: “Don't be blush, I know you have important things for me to do, that's why I use words like this to coerce my willingness to serve you. Let's get this straight. What do you want me to do for you? ”

It's just that Bok Al didn't expect Claude to react any more intensely than he did, and Claude slapped the table and stood up angrily: "You still have the guts to say you're my teenager friend! I told you to lose weight, but you're having fun eating and drinking in the Thunder Division for nothing! A man eats three or four servings per meal. Are you a pig? You know, eat, gain weight. Look at your figure. Do you look like a soldier?

One meter, seventy-six men, less 80 pounds and one hundred and ninety-four pounds, all fat. You think I'm insulting you by making people propose that you be forcibly discharged home? I'm trying to save your life! Idiot! This is a war zone, not your tranquil city. Just eat and drink every day. Every soldier here is always ready to die in battle! You fat bastard on the battlefield, you think you're gonna get any better results?

Do you think I'm insulting you by removing your captain's rank? Idiot, don't forget this is a war zone. You can only retire from a war zone if you step down. You're not a soldier, you can go home without a check, you're a major, you're the commander of a local guard battalion, and from the moment you're transferred to our battlefield, your destiny is tied to our battlefield, and we can't get approval from the Royal Army without a step down, okay? ”

Bok Al stuck around his neck: “I don't want to retire...”

“Don't want to retire?” Claude's laughing. “What can you do? With your body, or with your ability to eat? Or when you're captured by the enemy, eat the enemy's logistics with your big appetite? I'm trying to save your life for your own good, fat man. Don't forget your parents are your only son. By the way, I hear you have three sons now, so if you don't want your child to lose a father from childhood, you'd better do what you're told and retire home. Although the ranks have been lowered, they can stay safely at home, and family reunification means happiness..."

“It's not like I haven't had a fight before, Claude, so don't say anything good for me. You know I can't lift my head up in front of my kids for the rest of my life if I step down and go home. I can't even go to the Veterans' Union Party, they will see me as a disgrace to the military..."

Bok Al looked Claude in the eye: “I know you have other plans, let's get this straight, what do you want me to do...”

Claude stretched out his stall to show his helplessness: "Well, your brain is still sharp, knowing I won't force you to retire. Honestly, Boa, you should also know your own physique. A fat body like yours can't go to war, because the enemy will treat you like a senior front-line commander and destroy you in the first place.

As for you not finding a good job in theatre command, your skills are business and how to do business you are good at it. As for military skills, you know yourself, you're not as good as a recruit for six months. I wanted to put you in the logistics department, but Major Scully, who's in charge of the battlefield logistics, would be a tough guy to see you in shape for the first time and suspect you're corrupt and full of selfishness, otherwise how could you be so fat?

What I want is for you to take off your uniform, not for you to retire, but for you to join the covert intelligence front, because no enemy like you would suspect you of being a spy. There's a document here, and you can look at it, and you only have two choices after you look at it, either follow the plan of the document, or you can step down and go home, and you can make your choice. ”

Bok Al looked at Claude with hatred, and the bastard was putting a condom on himself again. Over the years, Claude's spleen was naturally known. But Bok Al was helpless, and who would have thought that the difference would be so great when two teenage friends got together again for so many years. Claude has become Major General of the Kingdom, Chief Commander of the War Zone and Head of the Thunder Division. And he was just the commander of a local security camp, and he fell into Claude's hands, leaving him to squeeze and squeeze, a feeling that made Bok Al very sad.

Open the folder, just a quick sweep, and Bok Al's eyes lit up. The document simply states that Boquer became a smuggler in the name of the shareholders of the bison trading house, went to the port of Vibato to find business opportunities and detect and gather information about the enemy.

Buffalo, formerly a prestigious specialist in the production and sale of buffalo products under the direct authority of Bering Ghana. But after the outbreak of the colonial war, Marshal Michel ordered the firm walls to be cleared and the bison comptoirs forced to relocate to Amphiston. Without the opportunity to hunt a buffalo, the business collapsed, and Claude instructed McJackie to put the ownership of the buffalo in the bag at a very low price and become a front-line comptoir working with Warzone Intelligence.

The plan in the document was for Bok Al, in his capacity as a shareholder of the Buffalo Shop, to bring four shallow seabed carriers full of grass to the port of Vibato in the Kingdom of the Hicks in search of a first line of life for the closing Buffalo Shop. Claude is generous enough to give Boquer 20% of his shares, which means that for every business he does, Boquer can put 20% of his profits into his own luggage.

“You use grass for enemy business, aren't you afraid of people saying you're an enemy?” Bok Arlen asked Claude with a smile, as the paper analyzed that the colonial food problem in the Kingdom of Hicks had not been alleviated much, mainly by relying on local transportation, which was costly and costly. Bringing grass to Port Vibato should be profitable.

Claude Haha laughed: "Don't worry, no matter how much grass you sell, I can double back from the enemy on the battlefield! ”

Bok Al can only scold the bastard in his heart. After six months in the Thunder Division, he has heard countless legends about Claude. In the eyes of division officers and soldiers, Claude was indeed an unbeatable hero, especially his little brothers, who praised Claude as if he were a god of war, which made Bok Al feel incredible.

“Am I in charge of all the deals?” asked Bok Al.

“Yes, buying and selling as a shareholder in a closing buffalo store is entirely up to you.” Claude nods: “But I suggest you buy horses, because in the war zone, because of 100,000 immigrants, horses are now very scarce and the price on the market has more than tripled. I believe that if the Hicks Kingdom had agents lurking in the theatre, they would have reported this information long ago. That's why it's normal business for you to sell grass and buy horses from Port Vibato, otherwise the suspicion and attention of your enemies will be raised by leaving the lucrative horse business unprofitable to buy other supplies..."

“I heard the director of the Thunder Regiment cafeteria say that they went out on the street to buy vegetables and often encountered people stopping their carriages and asking if the horses they pulled were willing to sell them at a high price. Every time they go out, they have to take the guard squad soldiers to keep an eye on the carriage in case the horses are stolen...” Bok Al said.

Claude also laughed helplessly: "There is currently no way to solve this problem, and there have been many disputes about horses in the past. That's why I hope you can buy some more horses from Port Vibato to ease the lack of horse power in the lower battlefield a little bit. But doing business is not your main task, and the most important thing is to find out what happened to the agents we used to set up in Port Vibato, so we didn't know anything about Port Vibato for three months..."

“I also need the books of the Buffalo firm for almost a year, as well as old business people, and as a shareholder of the Buffalo firm, I need to know all about the business dealings and trading channels of the Buffalo firm and its connections everywhere.” Bok Al said.

“It should be, I'm all set for you.” Claudella pulled the bell rope behind her and Lieutenant Colonel Anders pushed the door in: “General, please direct. ”

Claude pointed to Bock-All: “You take Major Bock-All to Colonel Kofister of Intelligence and tell him that the plan code-named Buffalo can be implemented. ”

“Yes, General.” Major Anders was polite enough to ask Bok Al to go with him, although he did not know what the plan was for the code-named buffalo.

Bok Al looked at Claude and immediately saluted him and retreated with Major Anders.

Claude, who came home for lunch, finally got good news from his sister's mouth that the hot air balloon had actually come out. It's just that my sister hates it, it's five big, rough, clumsy things, and it doesn't have the sophistication and power that Claude used to give her what she was going to make. My sister Anna thinks it's an insult to her to make such a silly thing out of an alchemy magic charm array, and she won't want to make it again.

Claude Haha laughed, and he said to his sister Anna, the value of the last alchemy charm array on top of this thing. After eating, he rushed to his sister's lab, saw it with his own eyes, touched it, confirmed that it was about the same as he had seen when he was a kid, and ordered the accompanying big man, Gemmy, to take a few people and put it in a carriage and send it to the iron ore factory. and sent someone to inform Mr. Viberon to visit the iron ore workshop.

There are many drawbacks to the hot air balloon, such as the slow start of the first time, about ten minutes after burning a lot of firewood, the piston link on the circular cylinder finally rises up, then the iron pipe chimney next to it emits black hot air, the piston link falls, it rises, it falls again, the sound of "Dang Dang Dang" is very stinging...

Claude looked at Mr. Viberon with a gaze and laughed, "My friend, what do you think of this thing over water? ”

“It's incredible!” Mr. Viberon was astonished: “General, how did you design this machine powered by the heat of fire? ”

“It's actually very simple, my friend, if you notice that boiling water steam can open the heavy lid when you boil water, then you can imagine that hot gas has the same swelling effect...”

“General, you are a great genius! ”