Chapter 246 Kite

Leaving Jevaudan and trekking eastward for two hundred kilometers along the road, you will reach [Iris Castle].

Iris Castle is the capital of Baeksan County. It is located on the plain in the middle of Baeksan County. It is named after the irises that cover the mountains and plains.

Just as Winters pointed out the enemies to the soldiers, one of the enemies, Captain Hudson, who was in charge of intelligence at the Iris Castle garrison, walked into a mysterious room deep in the fortress.

The inside and outside of the room are like two worlds. The autumn air is clear and crisp outside, but the mist-filled, warm and comfortable inside is there.

This is a single bathroom. In the bathtub, which is about two meters wide and three meters long, a man is taking a bath comfortably.

But from Captain Hudson's perspective, he could only see a head as smooth as an egg.

People all over the world regard long hair as beauty. The thicker and brighter the hair, the more beautiful it is. In order to look beautiful, many people even spend a lot of money to buy wigs.

So, there is only one situation that will cause a man to become bald.

That is, he tragically became bald, and then gave up on himself and shaved off the remaining hair.

Judging from this little incident, his heart must be as cold as stone.

"Colonel," Captain Hudson reported, "the pontoon bridge is ready."

The bald man named [Colonel] nodded and said nothing.

"Lieutenant Woods has chosen several bridge-building locations. Do you want to take a look?"

"Go ahead and study it." The bald colonel slowly moved his shoulders: "By the way, what is that kid from Tiefeng County doing recently?"

Captain Hudson had a complicated expression: "According to the informant, the rebel leader Montagne has recently... made money."

"Making money? Tell me." The bald colonel suddenly became interested.

He turned to look at Lieutenant Hudson, and a face with half of it destroyed appeared in Hudson's eyes.

Huge dark red scar tissue covered his left cheek, as if someone had blown up the left side of his face and then put it back together.

No matter how many times he saw this scar, it still scared Captain Hudson to his core.

How the colonel survived such serious injuries is even more curious.

It's a pity that the bald man never talked about it, and others didn't dare to ask.

"It is said that he forced donations from the Gévaudin merchants. He also issued a lot of registered bonds and forced the Gévaudin merchants to subscribe. Anyway, it made the city full of trouble." Captain Hudson sighed helplessly: "It really embarrasses the Lu Yuan."

The bald colonel laughed so hard that the water trembled.

Instead, he excused the rebel leader: "There is no way, who makes Tiefeng County too poor. He wants to raise soldiers and has no money, so he can only raise money from merchants."

"Venetas." Captain Hudson chuckled.

"Is there any other information? He can't just be busy scraping money, right?"

"The rebel leader Montagne is still repairing the city walls and digging deep trenches. It seems that he is going to have a head-on battle with us in Gevaudan."

"He has few soldiers, so sticking to the city is the most reasonable strategy." The bald colonel smacked his lips and said, "But he has made up his mind to shrink into a turtle shell, which is a bit tricky."

Captain Hudson was quite disdainful: "I don't think he can do it. It is said that after conquering Gevaudan, the first thing he did was to take his wife into the city first. The commander is a hedonist, how can the troops possibly Have fighting spirit."

"Then how did Ronald lose?" the bald colonel asked with a sneer.

Captain Hudson was speechless. He considered his words: "Advancing rashly, underestimating the enemy, bad luck..."

The bald colonel laughed again: "You might as well just say that Ronald is a waste."

Captain Hudson looked embarrassed.

"But Ronald is not a waste, otherwise he would not be able to serve as the military commander of a county with the rank of major." The bald colonel scratched his scalp and said in deep thought: "And looking at that kid's anti-tax declaration, he doesn't seem to be greedy for material happiness. people."

"To be honest, I think it shouldn't be the case. He is from Hailan. How could he start to indulge and enjoy himself after entering Jevaudan? But judging from his behavior, he is indeed corrupted."

The bald colonel showed a smile: "It's impossible to confuse us on purpose."

"It is indeed a possibility."

"But it doesn't matter." The bald colonel lay comfortably in the water again: "He only has more than a thousand soldiers, and they are all prisoners. Eight brigades are attacking from two sides. No matter how hard he tries, it will be in vain."

Captain Hudson nodded.

Suddenly, he spoke again: "Moreover, intelligence shows that the power struggle within the rebels is very serious. It seems that the rebels' combat power has been further weakened."

"Strife?" The bald colonel raised his eyebrows: "Where are we now? Are you starting to fight for power?"

"Yes, it is strife. The rebel leader Montagne squeezed out the rebel commanders [Gerard's Bard] and [Richard Mason]. He deprived them of their military power and sent them to relocate the refugees.

Another rebel commander [Andrea Cellini] has not shown up for a long time and is presumed to have been killed in an internal firefight. The rebels are now completely dominated by Winters Montagne. He is young and energetic and does not know how to share power. This is normal. "

The bald colonel didn't care about the other content at all. He frowned and asked, "Relocate the refugees? What's going on?"

"The informant reported that Montagne was driving refugees around Gevaudan to the southwest area of ​​Tiefeng County. He excluded Bud and Mason from the chain of command to do this."

The bald colonel suddenly stood up from the water, regardless of the fact that he was wearing nothing: "Show me the tip."

Captain Hudson was used to this and had already looked away. He took out a copied letter and handed it to the colonel.

The bald colonel opened the window, ignoring the cold autumn wind, and squinted his eyes to read the information carefully through the light outside the window.

After a while, he closed the window and handed the letter back to Captain Hudson.

"No wonder we have to send troops to fight him in autumn and winter." The bald colonel sighed: "If we don't take action, he will become a bad guy."

"what do you mean?"

"Draft a letter to Colonel Zipper Zoltan." The bald colonel walked out of the bath: "Send troops in advance."

"Ahead of time? How long will it be in advance?"

"The sooner the better." The bald colonel stared, his left cheek muscles were stiff and uncontrollable, making his expression a bit ferocious: "That guy sent countless sentries over. When will we be ready? He is better than us. I still know. If you want to fight, you have to be quick, while the weather is still warm, catch him off guard!"

…

…

Gevaudan, officers' quarters.

Because Winters allowed Major Ronald's family to continue to live in the garrison mansion, Anna and Catherine could only temporarily stay in the bachelor's apartment.

There was an account book in front of Anna, and she was writing calculations with her chin propped up.

Winters is so short of manpower. He has many people who can do manual labor. As for people who can do intellectual work, he can count them on two hands.

He doesn't even have subordinates who can accurately measure the land and calculate the area. The land allocation to soldiers is still an extensive model of "distributing land, livestock, and grain to military dependents, and they can grow as much as they can."

Therefore, Anna is currently in charge of Winters' private accounts, the accounts of the new settlement, and all public accounts.

No one can control it except her.

Catherine sighed and paced the room, which made Anna uneasy.

The new reclamation province is located on the border and has conservative folk customs. Urban customs are even stricter on unmarried ladies than those in rural areas.

When Catherine arrived in Gevaudan, she did not have an easy time in Wolf Town.

"If you are free, Kate, come and help me settle the accounts." Anna couldn't help but speak.

"Okay, Madam Montagne," Catherine fell on her sister: "You, the fake lady, are more caring than the real lady."

Anna's cheeks flushed instantly.

Her current public identity is that of Captain Montagne's wife.

Because living together without marriage is too sensational, but if it is a wife, no one will find it strange.

Although procedurally speaking, not only are the two not engaged, they have not even officially met each other's parents.

"It's not that I'm concerned about it." Anna said with a blush, "It's just that there are too many accounts and I can't handle them anymore."

"Then don't care." Catherine said coquettishly: "It's okay to let you take care of his private accounts, and let you take care of the public accounts as well. This is too stingy. Can't he just hire a few accountants?"

Ana sighed softly: "He can't hire him."

"Yes, no serious person would be willing to work for him in his business." Catherine became angrier as she spoke: "I can only use it for you."

The wind gently flapped at the window lattice. Anna put down her quill, hugged her sister, and said, "You should go back to Wolf Town, it's safe there."

"Didn't he urge you to return to Wolf Town? Why don't you leave?"

"If I leave, this place will be even more chaotic." Anna shook her head: "Everyone thinks of me as Mrs. Montagne, then I will really become Mrs. Montagne. If I leave at this time, everyone will Everyone would think that his will had collapsed."

Catherine snorted softly and complained with a hint of jealousy: "Why aren't you so nice to me?"

"Who said that?" Anna flicked her sister's forehead hard and said with a smile, "Have I not always tolerated you since I was a child?"

Catherine jumped up like a cat whose tail has been stepped on. She asked angrily: "Put up with me?"

"Okay, okay, that's because you put up with me."

"If you don't leave, I won't leave either!" Catherine said angrily, "Have you not always tolerated me? Then you should continue to tolerate me!"

"You can stay, but you have to find something to do." Anna gave a positive example: "You should learn from little Ms. Mitchell, how fulfilling her life is every day."

"You want me to learn from that wild girl?" Every time her sister mentioned Scarlett, Catherine felt particularly aggrieved: "She stays in the stables all day long, and she doesn't look like a decent daughter."

After that fierce conflict, Catherine stopped using the word "little hooves" and instead used the term "wild girl" to refer to her enemies.

"No, she is living a good life, and I still envy her."

Catherine was furious: "You, you, you... let her be your sister! Then you sisters will fight for husbands, that's fine!"

Anna was unmoved. She was deep in thought. She suddenly took out the letter and hurriedly wrote a few lines, folded it, sealed it, and rang the bell and whispered: "Mrs. Medellin?"

Not long after, Mrs. Medellin, with her hair tied in black gauze, opened the door: "Ms. Navarre?"

Mrs. Mitchell stayed at the manor, but she was worried about Anna, Catherine and Scarlett, so she asked Mrs. Medellin and another nun to take care of the three.

"I have something to ask you." Anna handed the sealed letter to Mrs. Medellin: "Please send this letter to Mr. Charles, Mr. Winters' bodyguard. Also, please call a carriage. Come."

Mrs. Medellin is a widow, and according to custom, she can be seen and do things conveniently.

She took the letter, nodded, closed the door and left.

Anna stood up, took off her sleeves, and said to her sister: "Okay, we should also dress up for visitors."

"Who are you going to see?" Catherine was surprised.

They had no relatives or friends in Gevaudan, and the nearest Navarre Trading Company branch was in Maplestone City.

Anna preferred to be quiet, and even Catherine had little chance to participate in Gevaudin's social activities.

"The number of these accounts has indeed gradually exceeded my ability. And there will definitely be more and more in the future." Anna made up her mind: "Since I can't hire an accountant, I will start my own training class."

"Why are you crazy?" Catherine was frightened by her sister's thoughts: "We are women, how can we have casual contact with men outside? Not even Mr. M's subordinates."

"Of course I didn't teach it myself." Anna smiled to reassure her sister.

Catherine let out a long sigh of relief and raised her eyebrows: "Then who will teach me?"

"Just hire a senior accountant." Anna patted her sister on the back: "Let's go visit old Mrs. Priskin. Just in time, I should also show up properly."

…

Meanwhile, in the stables, Pierre was saying goodbye to his sister.

Scarlett is helping Changsheng drink milk. Botayun doesn't take the horse with him, and even kicks Changsheng with his hoof when he sees it.

Xiao Changsheng only drank breast milk for seven days, after which Botayun was completely weaned.

As a last resort, Winters found some "nannies" for Xiao Changsheng: a young horse and two sheep.

The mare with the foal was extremely ill-tempered and would not let Xiao Changsheng drink milk.

Currently, Xiao Changsheng lives solely on goat milk, and the ewe that produces milk has not grown as tall as him.

Therefore, we had to set up the ewe first, and then let Xiao Changsheng drink. Someone had to assist during the whole process.

Winters had come to help with this job before, but now that Winters was involved in military affairs, it all fell on Scarlett alone.

"Can you ride a foal that grew up on goat's milk?" Pierre joked.

Scarlett frowned and glanced hard at her brother: "Why can't you ride? Immortality is a good thing."

"I gotta go."

"Go ahead."

Pierre opened and closed his lips, and finally said with difficulty: "The centurion asked me to find the blacksmith. Dad is also there. Maybe I can find dad."

Scarlett did not look back, tears flowed down her chin. She tried her best to pretend to be calm and said: "Go. Don't be sad if you can't find him. If dad is alive, he will definitely come back."

"Yes, Dad is better than me." Pierre said with a smile: "I brought Vasya with me, maybe I can get old Uncle Sergey back too."

Scarlett wiped away her tears with the back of her hand: "You have to be careful."

"I worry about you the most." Pierre said for the first time in an elder brother's tone: "You, please don't have any trouble with little Ms. Navarre in the future."

Scarlett turned around angrily and threw the goat's milk in her hand at her brother.

"If that fox-eyes hadn't come to provoke me!" Scarlett said aggrievedly: "Would I have taken the initiative to provoke her? You are facing her, you can find her to be your sister!"

As she spoke, Scarlett grabbed the pitchfork angrily.

Pierre was driven out of the stable.

When he reached the yard, he met Mrs. Medellin who had gone out to deliver a letter.

The two walked to a secluded place one after the other and hugged each other tightly.

[There is a map in this chapter. If you haven’t seen it, the author is still drawing it]

[The popularity of wigs is really closely related to baldness]

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