Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 433: Operation Breach

“Is that him?” Claude stood by the window of an office on the third floor of theatre headquarters and looked down. He refers to a middle-aged Nikantha, estimated to be nearly forty years old, slightly fat, with a thick face, giving a kind of human and animal harmless, easily ignoring the feeling of the past, this should be the model of a passers-by.

“Yes, General.” Colonel Fordless, the new Head of the Intelligence Service of the theatre command, replied. The last Chief of Intelligence, Colonel Kofist, had bad luck with the assassination of the Grey Tower magician, who was close to him for easier shooting of the butt of General Algers, the new commander-in-chief of the theatre. As a result, two blast balls fell beside them, and he became one of the senior officers killed in the assassination.

Claude wanted Bok Al to represent the Chief of Intelligence, and his rank as Lieutenant Colonel was barely adequate. It's just that Boquer refused Claude's request, and he preferred to wander around in various capacities. He joined the Intelligence Service only because of the identity facilities available to him, and he did not wish to remain in the office to analyse the information coming from all over the place. So he tells Claude bluntly that he prefers to travel as a shareholder of the Bison Shop without delay in making money and gathering intelligence...

Originally from Bolognick's deputy, this Colonel Fordless later assumed the position of head of the Intelligence and Communication Department of the Rock Corps. After Colonel Kofister's unlucky lunch box, General Bolognick promoted him to the position of Acting Chief of Intelligence in theatre command. He has now been instructed to cooperate with Claude in an operation to divulge top-secret information to the Nikancas.

Colonel Fordless nodded his finger at the middle-aged Nikanca man who was staying next to the stable in the yard: "His name is Jabird, 43 years old, and he is one of the six largest colonies in the Nikanca Nation. He is one of the few Nikanchas who knows the Hebrew language and is said to have been working as a child with his mother in a migrant family of kingdom teachers who, while teaching his two children to learn, do not mind reading and writing alongside him. When he grew up, he was also favoured by hires because of his literacy and was well paid.

Don't look at people being honest. It's easy to believe. But the personality, like the Nikanchas, is very sly and cheap. Every time he was hired, he was honest for a period of time, and soon his spleen relapsed, repeatedly stealing property from his employer's house, and was eventually found and punished. He had a bad reputation in Port Vibato for a long time, and no one wanted to hire him, so he had to help people write letters and become a guide in the dock area to earn some money.

Prior to the Third Colonial War, he was taken as a slave by the Hicks because he was a small administrator of a reclamation camp because of his literacy and accounting skills. He took advantage of this position to exchange elders and chiefs of the Chábak colony and helped a great deal when the Nikanchas started the riots. Later, when the Nikantha founded his country independently, he was appointed by the Presbyterian Council as an accountant in charge of logistics, and now he secretly presides over and is responsible for the arms deal with us... "

“Is he in charge of the merchant team? Impossible, it looks like a muff...” Claude again carefully weighed the middle-aged Nikantha standing next to the stables and couldn't really see where he looked like the manager of a merchant team, whether he was dressed or acting like a muff.

“It's true, General. We also don't know why he hid himself behind the merchant's scenes...” Colonel Fordless smiled: “When this merchant team first came to our battlefield command and our logistics department to trade those ammunition quotas, they were very interested in our military equipment, such as kettles, loaded horns, watertight ropes, etc. They said they wanted to follow our regiment and build a more regular armed force.

After asking above, the Logistics Department thought the items could be sold, except that their supervisor always said they needed to be considered after we quoted the price, couldn't decide on the spot, or had to send someone out to come back and decide whether or not to. This alerted officers of the Logistics Department and informed us. It was through covert observation that it was the middle-aged Nikantha dressed like this horse who really made the decision. And then we investigated it, and finally Colonel Boquer investigated the details of this bird trap from the Nikanca Nation... ”

“Are you sure this bird finder is the one we need?” Claude asked.

Colonel Fordless replied, "Yes, General. Every time this birdwatcher brings a team of merchants to Lanhu Town, he collects a lot of newspapers from our direct jurisdiction and takes them home. He had a mistress who was a maid in town, collecting old newspapers for him. We suspect that he is secretly tasked with intelligence surveillance in our theatre, and perhaps that Nikancha country is equally prepared to fight their ideas in our theatre. ”

Claude nodded: "Okay, so let's get started, and I'm going to do the show. ”

Soon Claude took his deputy, Lieutenant Colonel Anders, and the captain of the guard, Gemmy, down the stairs and walked to the stable, where all the officers and soldiers encountered were saluting Claudelli.

“Old Pick, what's wrong with my black lightning?” Claude shouted at the little house next to the stable.

The little house drilled out an old man in an old uniform who didn't have any rank markings, and everyone who knew him knew that this old man named Pick was the most skilled veterinarian in Ward Command. Don't look at him as a regular soldier, but the five generals in theater command were very nice to see him, and they would drag him to drink and chat and brag when they had time...

Old Pickleberry glanced at Claude: “What do you mean, who told you to like to run around, get to the place and ignore your horse, let him eat the weed. Your black lightning is eating wild bell grass, which is very similar to the spiny teeth, which are two more leaves, and purple flower pods. It's a horse, not us humans, who can't tell the difference between the two plants. And I ate a lot, which is why I can't run all the way to my stomach..."

“Is it all right then?” Claude was worried to ask.

The old man was so proud to say, "Depends on who it is, it's fine in my hands. But I need to take a few days off, I have to nourish it, to make up for the weakness after I tuck it down, almost four or five days will be fine. ”

“Geez, I didn't think it was a big deal, it was just a little sparse and I wanted to take it away right away. You know black lightning is my favorite ride, and I'm very tacitly attached to it, and I just need a little action and it understands what I mean..." Claude said with some reluctance.

“Don't even think about it," the old man is angry: “It's all pulled together and you still want to ride it, this time it's also a major breakdown of energy, if you ride it for the rest of your life, it will be obsolete, you will never be able to make a war horse again! ”

“Forget it,” Claude was a little embarrassed by the old man, turning to Lieutenant Colonel Anders and saying, "Anders, you're going to the Viberon estate now, bring me my bluegrass horse, and I'll be riding it in a few days. By the way, tell my Kevin that I'm going out to inspect the training for the next few days, and I'm not going home. By the way, you asked Kaifani to help me pack my changed underwear and nightgown, and to go to my study. I also brought half of the last Wilink's war memoirs to get me some more bottles of fruit wine from the wine cabinet..."

“Yes, General.” Colonel Anders replied that it was hard to look at what he had in his hands. On the left hand side is the black briefcase that all deputies are required to carry, on the right hand side is a strictly solid file of the package, and it is worth noting that the gray seal on the outside of the file also says "top secret".

Claude was well aware of his deputy's difficulties, and he reached out and said, "Give me that file. You can't take this stuff outside. Just go to my house, I'll get the carriage ready and put this file in the trunk. ”

Lieutenant Colonel Anders handed Claude the top-secret file in his possession, saluted Claude, and then pulled his own horse out of the stables riding out of the command gate.

Claude turns to the big guard behind him: "Gemmy, you tell the guard team to get ready to go and have the carriage parked at the gate. ”

“Yes, General.” The big guard is gone, too.

“Show me my black lightning,” Claude said to Old Pick. "It's been a few more days on this tour, and there's always something wrong without it. Riding another horse is not as agile as it is, like that bluegrass horse in my estate, he likes to shake a little temper on the long way, make a scene or something. ”

Old Pick shook his head: “I have also seen your bluegrass horse, although it is also a good horse, but in the course of training since childhood, because of the noble lineage, the trainer is more accustomed to it, which is why he developed such a small temper. It's a good horse, not a war horse, and it can only be prestigious on the field. Someone else gave it to you as a gift, and you, the general, used it as a horse of war.

Come on, Black Lightning's over there. She's not from a racehorse, but a belligerent horse of humanity. By the way, you take down that bag of sun-drenched wheat hanging from that column next to the stable grass stack, and I'll go get some more eggs, just in time to feed it, and you can cultivate more feelings with it. If you're not here these past few days, I'm sure it'll miss you... haha... "

Old Pick picked up the eggs in the little house by the stable, and Claude picked up the wheat hanging from the columns. But the bag was a little heavy, and Claude couldn't take it off with one hand, so he put the top-secret file in his hand in an empty slot under the pillar, hands together, and pulled the bag down. And Old Pick has left the little house with four or five eggs and greeted Claude with the wheat...

All of this was squatted on the other side of the stables, looking at the birdwatching bird like a passers-by, and he snuck away the empty slot with the top-secret file, and turned to watch Claude and Old Pick feed a handsome big black horse in the other little stables, which were all ridden by generals.

Soon, a guard rushed over to pay tribute to Claudelli: "Report General, the carriage is ready and you can leave now. ”

Saw General Claude and Old Pick say hello and turn around to the main entrance of the courtyard. Soon he boarded a carriage, which whistled under the guard of a small group of guards.

“He forgot that top-secret file...” The bird caught his mind very nervous. He knew this General Claude, who, at theatre headquarters, had heard many times from the officers and soldiers below about the legendary results of the General's battle. He was even hailed as the second Marshal Michel, who was said to be more aggressive than Marshal Michel. Ever since he joined the army, he has been invincible and has never fought a single defeat.

But this General Claude is now clearly making a big mistake, and he should be used to karate. There are usually deputies and guards who don't need the general to carry any folders and handbags or anything. So he sent the deputy officer and the security guard around him out on business, and he took the top secret file with him. But as soon as he did it, he put it aside. When the guard came and told him that the carriage was ready to go, he had forgotten that he still had that top-secret file, so he rushed off.

It's common for bird watching birds to be hired before and often find that employers have this problem, and when things get more urgent, they tend to forget where to put their stuff. He used to take a lot of money for himself, but unfortunately those employers would eventually think of it and suspect himself when they couldn't find it. On several occasions, he couldn't handle the stolen goods and was caught carrying them with him because the evidence was solid...

I just hope that the sooner this General Claude remembers this, the better, that the birds get up and walk towards the empty slot over there like a horse, next to the empty slot is a pile of common grass. Jabird walked over and grabbed a different type of vine basket, looked around, nobody noticed his behavior, immediately stuffed the top-secret file file in the empty slot into the bottom of the vine basket with the fastest action, then covered it with the grass, and then came back with the vine basket and fed it to his merchant-sized donkey.

Just like the ordinary muffs, bird watching went four times in total. All the donkeys of the merchants were fed together with the other three horses of the merchants, and finally, as usual, the bird watcher took his big donkey out of the courtyard door and headed south of town. The guard at the gate met him and greeted him aloud. As the guards here know, this Nikantha Marv has a Nikantha lover in town who is a maid. Every time the merchants come to Langhu town, this Nikantha Marv goes to find his lover...

The birdwatcher returned to the theatre headquarters compound in the evening. He seemed to drink a little wine, a little red in the face, and the donkey was carrying a large bundle of directly-administered newspapers, all of which had been in circulation for months. As with the usual business dealings, his behavior is no different. The guards knew that the Nikantha Mav was literate and loved reading newspapers, and that his mistress, who was a maid, usually left the old newspaper to him.

The bird watcher explains that he likes to read Knight legend novels and gossip stories in newspapers. When he returns to the country, he will tell the Knight legend novels in newspapers as stories, so that they can be respected by many people and get free drinks. Perhaps it has been known that there were no anomalies in theatre command, so bird watching performed very normally and calmly.

In the evening, when it was time to feed the merchants' donkeys again, the bird watcher and the other three Nikancha horses worked hard for a while before taking care of all the donkeys, and then went to the soldiers' canteen at headquarters to eat back. As members of the Nikancha Nation's merchant brigade that comes to and deals in ammunition from the Zone Logistics Department, they can dine free of charge in the soldiers' canteen of the Zone Command.

More than an hour after the meal, a carriage with a small group of horse-riding guards hurriedly stopped at the main entrance of the courtyard, and General Claude, who left at noon, took his deputy and guards off and headed straight for the stable. Soldiers resting in the yard and Nikanca looked at them shocked and did not understand what was happening.

“It should be here, I remember Anders you handed me that top-secret file, but I forgot it when I got in the carriage, I didn't know when to put it down...” General Claude said.

Old Pick came over and asked Claude what happened. As soon as Claude said, Old Pick touched his half bald head: “General, I don't think you had any file in your hand when you fed Black Lightning. ”

Claude slapped himself on the forehead: "I remember, when you asked me to take that bag of wheat hanging from the column, I put it in the empty slot. ”

Claude rushed into the empty slot and, as he hoped, found his package of strictly confidential documents in it, and he gave a sigh of relief to his deputy and guard and said, "It's okay, it's a false alarm. Go back to the Vibrant Estate. We'll go back to the patrol tomorrow. ”

Claude was like a cyclone, hurrying away. At this point, no one noticed the dark relief of the Nikancha Mavcha bird.

......

“Have you checked?” Claude asked.

“General, we've checked, and this top-secret file has indeed been handled by the bird watcher. There were minor differences in the manner in which the packages were packaged, with 17 newspapers in the direct jurisdiction of the West Coast countries missing the most critical two, all on the prospective analysis of the Rodex Gulf colony leased by the Kingdom of Hicks and forecasts of the outcome of the war. In addition, the intelligence analysis brief that I prepared was copied and left a stamp on it…” Colonel Fordless answered with certainty.

Claude nodded: "Now we need to wait patiently, and the Nikanchas need to verify this information before they can come to our theatre. We cannot leave any signs of suspicion in the meantime, there is no need to take the initiative to help them, just hide from them and deny any information about the Kingdom of Hicks..."

“We understand, General, don't worry.” Colonel Fordless replied.