Winters snorted softly: "What's the point of riding in a carriage? Have you sent the horses for Colonel Berne and Lieutenant Colonel Thomas?"

"Sent them over. I handed the reins to them with my own hands."

Winters coughed a few times: "Did Changfeng get it back?"

"Bring it back." After all, Charles is still a child. He is very happy and angry. He was depressed just now. When he talked about Changfeng, he immediately became energetic: "In my opinion, if we hadn't taken the initiative to ask for it, that lieutenant colonel would definitely have died.

What a waste. Hum, mountain people."

"Okay." Winters' tone was rare and stern: "Don't talk like that."

Charden stopped immediately, but his mouth was still pouting.

…

Today's situation is special. Colonel Berne and Lieutenant Colonel Thomas did not send anyone to the scene, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that this convoy is inextricably linked to the garrison.

Because Winters' "convoy" had a pass signed by Colonel Berne, and was nominally going to the border trading city of Lucerne to purchase grain.

After the fire, Solingen was short of everything, especially food. The victims who had nothing had to consume thousands of pounds of bread every day, and the military rations provided by the garrison were only enough to temporarily support them, and sooner or later they would be consumed. The food crisis that is visible to the naked eye has begun again.

As a result, farmers and businessmen are afraid to sell grain.

Solingen has already requested aid from Linzhou, but relying solely on internal food supplies, Solingen's demand will raise the price of flour in neighboring Free States.

Insightful people in the Monta Republic have turned their attention beyond the mountains.

But if you rely on external purchases, the flour from Varn and Nordmonta will not quench your thirst. On the contrary, Plato is the closest to Solingen - the vast and sparsely populated Plato is not only rich in wool and cured meat, but also wheat.

, an important producing area of ​​rye.

There were subtle differences between the interests of the federal provinces and Monta's interests. Lieutenant Colonel Thomas used this to help Winters open up the joints within Monta's army, ensuring that checkpoints along the way turned a blind eye this time.

In exchange, Winters promised that the "Third Republic of Plato" would sell to Lucerne enough food to meet the needs of Steel Castle for at least three months - although he did not obtain permission from the military government of Plato at all.

Of course, Winters sent a messenger to General Arpad immediately after the incident. However, the weights at both ends of the scale became "ordnance" and "food plus transit rights."

By a strange combination of circumstances, Winters Montagne took over the first brokerage business in his life, and it was a business that was deceived by both parties. If White Eagle, who is in jail, had known about it, he would probably have applauded with tears in his eyes.

…

Taking off the clothes of the imperial nobles and putting on the attire of a Palatine rider, Winters suddenly smiled.

"What are you laughing at?" Charles was puzzled.

"When you see Plato-style boots, don't you feel a strange sense of familiarity?" Winters felt nostalgic and sighed. He put on the boots with difficulty: "When we were in Veneta, we didn't wear these.

Boots."

Compared with Venetta-style boots, the straight legs of Palato boots are higher, the leather material is harder, and it is more troublesome to wear, but they can be fixed on the feet without leather straps. In order to keep out the cold, Palato winter boots also have

Has suede.

"I learned how to ride a horse in Plato," Charles whispered. "I didn't wear boots in Veneta."

Winters sat silently for a while and helped Ciel adjust his belt: "Do you want to go home? Ciel."

"I don't want to." Charles scratched his hair in distress: "I don't want to either."

Winters rubbed Ciel's head.

The sound of footsteps came from outside the tent, and then the door curtain was lifted: "Tribune, Senator Servetus is here."

"We're finally here." Winters helped Ciel stand up: "Please come in."

John Servetus was still wearing the same black clothes - of course, it was more likely that he wore many sets of identical black clothes. The buttons were still buttoned up to the collar, but there was a little dust on his knees and the hem of his coat when he was riding.

Seeing that "The Baron" had changed into a complete set of travel equipment, Servetus's unimpressed eyes showed a little surprise: "You are leaving today?"

"If you come any later, you might not even be able to see me." Winters smiled cheerfully: "Are you here to inform our blacksmith guild of the voting results?"

"Yes." Servetus replied solemnly and cleared his throat.

"Wait a moment." Winters stopped the other party's speech.

Servetus frowned and asked with his eyes.
Chapter completed!