Chapter 812 The Thinner the Porridge, the Better!

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In the evening, the commercial street in Kislev is now empty, many shops have nothing in them, and many shops are closed, there are many soldiers patrolling the street, most of them are soldiers sent by the empire, they also They were all frozen, cursing that the north was so cold.

Prices are constantly rising, and the prices of daily necessities, especially Daliba and salt, have risen rapidly. Meat and sugar have almost disappeared. Even the prices of firewood and coal have risen a lot, fully ensuring that refugees cannot buy up anything.

The heavy snow is still falling. Kislev is really a bitter cold place that many imperial teams don’t want to come to. It is said that some imperials will stay here because of the endless snow for several months and the muddy environment in spring. Toothless bread and strange food and insanity.

But here is the old world's first line of defense against the chaotic tide in the north, and it is also a buffer zone for civilization and order to face the tide of destruction.

There are a lot of refugees on the commercial street, and there are hundreds of them at random. Most of them are naked and hungry, and they are crowded together to keep warm. The emperors can only sigh when they see this scene. There are piles of grass piled up on both sides of the street. Everyone knows what these straw mats are for.

The appearance of a group of Ugol soldiers attracted everyone's attention. Many refugees struggled to come up to ask for something to eat, but Beria just shook his head and signaled the soldiers to pick up their weapons. The refugees had to retreat and continue to curl up on the street corner .

No matter how crazy the refugees are, they will not think about robbing this group of people. It is more troublesome to rob shops and citizens than to find this group of people. Just like many people know that there are a lot of treasures stored in the Imperial Camp and Ulric Temple. Food, but does anyone dare to grab it?

"Actually, if I continue to stay in the Internal Affairs Committee, I have a chance to replace Ye Ruofu." Beria led a group of Ugor horse archers passing by, and the general said casually, "Ye Ruofu did it for our female tsar There are too many things, I don't think he can live for too long, and when that time comes, His Majesty Katarin will not hesitate, after all, there are many people who want to succeed him."

The beautiful Kislev girl Khorkina, dressed warmly, followed Beria. She ate a mutton pie, a piece of buttered bread and a bowl of corn and ham soup for lunch today, and her stomach was full. Beautifully in my heart.

Although it was a sacrifice for the family, it is better to have enough food now than anything else.

"General, I've thought about it carefully. What Her Majesty Katarin is doing is just treating the symptoms but not the root cause. What's more, doing this to the officers will cause a great loss to the army's combat effectiveness." Xie Lepin is still thinking about the previous things. I can't bear "What if the Keza fighters and the shooting army make trouble?"

"It's useless if you're too young, if you really make a big mess, just kill Ye Ruofu to do business.

Beria shook his head, "Have you done what I ordered before?" "

"I got the news." Xie Leping immediately said indignantly, "General Andre, who was in charge of logistics and paying the arrears, was convicted after his death."

"What crime?"

"Fear of sin, commit suicide."

"Hmph!" Beria sneered, "Xie Lepin, now you know why I brought everyone to serve His Majesty Ryan, right? Being with the right person is more important than anything else. You think His Majesty Ryan would do such a thing?"

Everyone nodded, it's better to follow His Majesty Ryan!

While speaking, a group of imperial soldiers passed by carrying a roll of straw mats. The straw mats were rolled up, revealing only pairs of blackened, festering, frostbite-covered feet.

The snow was still falling, and the sound of the whistling wind covered up the voices of the people. After passing by a few streets, they finally found a relief point. There were a few large iron pots set up here, which were heated by firewood. They didn't know what they were cooking, so dozens of soldiers were guarding the surrounding area. Seeing Beria and his party appear, the officer in charge shouted, "Ugol people? What are you doing here? Look at your equipment? Are they mercenaries? Or Your Majesty?" Is there an order?"

Outside, the line waiting for porridge has already stretched out for a kilometer or two.

"I am Lieutenant General of the Cavalry Archers and Special Envoy of the King of Knights of Brittania, Beria-Gulag!" Beria showed the documents, the officer was taken aback, and immediately saluted "See General, Kislev Mihalovich, First Company, Second Platoon, Third Battalion of City Defense!"

"Well, what's cooking?" Beria looked at the smoking cauldron. The water in the pot was not boiled yet, and the color was a bit green, but Beria couldn't see what was cooking in the pot after looking at it for a long time.

"It's cooking...it's cooking porridge." Miha said a little embarrassedly, "It will take a while for the porridge to finish."

"Porridge? Porridge?" Beria looked at it for a long time, and he and Xie Lepin looked at each other, "Stop the fire first!"

"Yes!" Mihalovich complied.

The big iron pot was turned off, and Beria stretched his head towards the big iron pot.

Facing the cauldron, he saw a handsome guy, wearing a pair of round rimless glasses, with a handsome face, elegant and easy-going, wearing a Bretanian military uniform, with the Bafengshan Great Expedition Commemorative Medal and the third-class military uniform pinned to his chest. The Golden Iris Medal, that is the honor that all soldiers who participated in the Bafeng Mountain Expedition can get.

Beria calmly straightened his collar in front of the big iron pot, patted off the snowflakes on his shoulders, and then stretched out his hand to the person who was cooking the porridge. The person was stunned for a moment, but soon understood Following Beria's intention, he handed him the big iron spoon in his hand.

General Wu Goer put a large iron spoon into the bottom of the pot, and vigorously stirred it back and forth, until the whole pot was turned upside down, and the boiled stuff finally came out.

The pot was full of grass roots, bark, and rotten pickle leaves. Beria scooped it up twice with a large iron spoon, and felt that it was a pot of hot water. After deep fishing, I finally found few unground rye grains and even fewer buckwheat grains. The general nodded approvingly, "Well, porridge, that's right, it's porridge, or rye porridge! Well, it smells really good !"

Hearing his words, Mihalovich's face was very sad. Even so, there was only one sack of rye and half a sack of buckwheat left in the relief shed, and there were still thousands of people queuing up!

"Er Sun, this place is called porridge?!" The young Shelepin felt his blood rushing to his head, and he was about to roar, when Beria stopped him with his hand, "Okay, just take a look knew."

After finishing speaking, Beria said to Mihalovich, "I don't think you have much food left, so save some food."

"……yes."

Beria led the people away from the relief point, and Xie Lepin hurriedly chased after him, "General, these bastards, do they dare to call this porridge? Is this porridge?"

"Of course it's porridge." Beria said calmly, "It's original and full of Kislev's unique flavor. The thinner the better! This thinness is right!"

"Okay, I confirmed with my own eyes that the porridge is so thin, we can almost send a diplomatic note and apply to see Her Majesty Katarin."

Three days later, Kislev City, Bokaha Palace.

Lieutenant General of the Ugor Cavalry Archers, Beria Gulag, the special envoy of the King of Britannia Knights, was allowed to enter the palace hall to pay a visit to the Queen Katarin.

Although the Kislev Kingdom is not big, there are many rules in it, and Beria and the others have to strictly abide by it, otherwise, even if no one dares to kill him, he will suffer a little bit and fail to get things done.

First of all, no one can turn their backs to the female tsarina, which means that they must leave backwards when leaving. Of course, Her Majesty Katarin is often very busy, and she is usually the first one to leave at the end of the meeting.

No one can sit facing the empress, unless the empress offers a seat, or the other party has no legs.

No one can stand behind the Czarina.

No one can be taller than the Empress.

People below Boye are not allowed to talk to the Queen, and even Boyer can only speak when the Queen asks and invites her, and she has to say "Return to Your Majesty..." first.

There were a lot of red tape, but Beria remained calm. He kept bending down until His Majesty Katarin slowly ascended the high throne of the Tsar. The general and several legendary ice witches knelt on one knee "Blessed by Esun, lieutenant general Ugor, special envoy of Britannia, Beria-Gulag brought knights from the far south Greetings from Wang Lane - Malcador."

"Kneel down on your remaining leg too, Beria!" Katarin's voice was very cold and without any trace of emotion. The female tsarina sat on the tsar's throne, and she said lightly, "Otherwise you You can leave."

"..." Beria immediately turned to his knees and lowered his head to prevent others from seeing the flash of anger in his eyes.

"Knight boy... oh, no, I mean, our knight king sent you from afar, what's the matter?" the female tsarina said lightly, "I'm very busy with a lot of things."

"After His Majesty Ryan returned from the Great Expedition of Eight Peaks, he sent me to share his joy of victory with the generals and boys of the Ice and Snow Kingdom and to extend his greetings to His Majesty Katarin's persistence in the north. We have prepared a few Boli, please accept your Majesty the Tsar, the generals, and the boys.” Beria didn’t change his face, he waved his hand, and some gifts came in from outside, and the generals and the boys were forced to spit out I felt very sad after picking up a little loot, and I was very happy to see a gift. The gifts from Beria were high-quality refined salt, white sugar and brown sugar, medicines in short supply, boxes of high-quality white bread and a lot of frozen meat. Everyone is smiling.

"Well, His Majesty Ryan has a heart." Katarin's cold face remained unchanged, but she just said casually, as if she disliked not giving enough, not good enough, "Get up."

It is not difficult to understand that the situation in Kislev is very unstable now, and the empress must have hoped to make a large fortune to solve the problem, Beria rolled her eyes and stood up, "And, Elder Jialan Aurora Madam and Councilwoman Teresa also asked me to bring some small gifts to Her Majesty Katarin, for Her Majesty Katarin and the Ice Witch Sisterhood."

The attendant handed over two boxes, which contained some high-end cosmetics, perfume, five boxes of unopened Wolford velvet pantyhose, refined sugar cubes, honey, and Boldero wine. Katharine's eyes lit up. She immediately signaled to accept it, "Aurora, is she still free to prepare a gift for me? It's not easy, I see, she should think about what to do next! The thing is very good, I accept it, and give it a seat."

The general and Boyer watched with fiery eyes. What the Ice Witches got was super luxuries that were priceless in Kislev!

"Give me a seat!" The Kerim guards moved a small pier and let Belia sit down.

General Ugor laughed secretly. Without her father's commanding ability and strong prestige, and the military industry who personally charged into battle and convinced the soldiers, what did the female tsarist rely on to rule the country relatively powerfully?

It is the Kislev Ice Witch Sisterhood, these ice witches have married the great nobles, generals and boyers, and become their wives and female courtiers, thus controlling the nobles, Katarin is the ice witches The undisputed leader.

The two sides had another routine exchange of pleasantries and talked about some unnutritious topics. Katarin was very concerned about how much Ryan had seized during the Great Expedition of Eight Peaks Mountain, but Beria's answer was watertight.

When Katarin finished asking, Beria said that he came here to form a new army and planned to recruit hundreds of Ugols. The female tsarina agreed without thinking, but emphasized that in addition to the mercenary money, there must be Give the kingdom a "training fee".

Beria was not surprised by this, and the issue was discussed.

The second problem is that Beria still has a large amount of goods to sell, including a large amount of grain, meat, salt, sugar, textiles and daily necessities. For the goods Beria brought, it is simply a solution to Kislev. As a matter of urgency, the Empress and the State Duma immediately decided to eat them all. They exchanged a large amount of gold and silver, magic ore, bear skin, wood, and iron-copper ore from the Norsca expedition. Beria took the opportunity to ask for a high price. It is much higher than the standard purchase price given by Ryan.

Immediately after the third question, Beria emphasized, "Your Majesty, I want to buy some people from you."

"Buy someone? Does His Majesty Ryan have no one in his hands? Or is his rich land all rotten?" The female tsarina said impatiently, "Who do you want to buy?"

"We want to buy some people from Cheka prisons." Beria said cautiously, "Some people...can't rot in Cheka prisons, right?"

"Wait! Do you want to buy... No, absolutely not!" The czar immediately understood Beria's meaning, and she said sharply, "Never allow it! These are traitors and desperadoes! I will never allow it. These people can't go abroad without Kislev!"

"We are willing to pay a high price!" Beria repeated.

"No way, no way!" Katarin repeated.

"Then... I heard that many officers and soldiers have been arrested in the past few days?" Beria had no choice but to retreat, and he tried again, "If it is possible..."

"No, I have already sentenced many people, and executed them all within a week!" The female czar continued, "You came too late, Beria."

"... Then, I see that there are many bankrupt workers and hungry intellectuals in the prison and on the street. Your Majesty Ryan is willing to give them a way out. We also need these people." Beria frowned and pondered for a long time, Another step back.

The female czar was silent, and Katarin thought that it is really not good to continue to refuse, and now for Kislev, the population is a heavy burden. If he can get rid of some burdens, he can get some urgently needed food and It seems that cash is not unacceptable for the kingdom to tide over the difficulties. With the current situation of Kislev, workers and intellectuals can't play a role either.

Ryan is now famous throughout the Old World, and if he has a good relationship with him, maybe he can get military and material assistance from Britannia in the future!

After thinking for a few minutes, Katarin finally nodded reluctantly, "Akinfeev! Dmirov!"

"Here!" The female tsarist minister of the interior and finance minister stood up.

"Take Beria and go to the prison to pick people first. Remember, who can and who can't, I don't want to say more."

"yes!"

The crowd broke up.

Beria came out under the leadership of Akinfeev and Demilov, and General Ugor was a little anxious.

This time he came to Kislev, there was a man who had to be found and sent to Brittania.

This person is called Sergo, Kislev's former chief engineer, one of the designers and manufacturers of the Hellstorm rocket launcher, and he is now locked in the deepest part of the Cheka Prison.

Britannia's gun workshop wants to have the ability to design and produce super killer weapons such as Hellstorm rocket launchers. This person is the only hope. Ryan issued a death order for this, and if necessary, he can do it at any cost , the Great Engineer Sheogh must be rescued and sent to the Kingdom of Knights!

It seems that we must find another way.

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