Since hundreds of years ago, the prestige of the woolly bear aunts has been on the battlefield.

The human camp called it the Third Sacred Crusade, and the principality side called it the First Great Patriotic War, the main force of the principality army led by Grand Duke Alikseev suffered heavy losses in Kaliningrad, and the legions generally fled to the east, followed by the human army. At that time, the open space between the capital city of St. Petersburg and the front line was almost devoid of any defensive facilities and formed troops, and the other troops of the front line and the troops of the human camp were so squeezed that there was no time for anything else. The last line of defense of the huge principality is only a Kharkiv fortress and the walls of the capital.

Everyone thought that the wreath of victory had fallen on the heads of mankind, and the kings of mankind began to quarrel over the entrance ceremony and the victory parade, the pope chose the white horse to ride when entering the city, the generals and knights raised their glasses and shouted "The principality has no more soldiers", and the soldiers were rumored to be returning home for the New Year. The nobles of the principality were packing up their soft bedding, and the carriages fleeing from the capital blocked the city gates.

At this moment, the greatest commander in the history of the principality's army, General Kutuzov, who was still guarding the warehouse in the Kharkiv fortress at that time, organized 300 aunts who were still in the city and gave the most famous order of his life -- "I am not ordering you to attack, I am ordering you to die! Although the principality is vast, we have no way to retreat, and behind us is St. Petersburg!"

I don't know if it played a stimulating role, or the mourning psychology of the ruined boat, or the strange power of the fire scene. In short, the aunts who were inspired to fight showed their extraordinary strength, and faced 5,000 human vanguard troops with less than 300 people. At a critical moment. The principality, which had no soldiers, trampled on the coalition forces wildly, gaining time for the rear to mobilize troops to counterattack and laying the foundation for the victory of the Kharkov counterattack after that. Since then, the aunts who rampaged on the battlefield with logs have become the biggest nightmare of the human coalition, leaving the heroic figures of the aunts in the Battle of Odessa, the attack and defense of Fort Sevan, the Battle of Buda Pest and many other battles, the famous military strategist Beresarius left the words "the strongest combat force of the Principality Army, but the Principality is also" in his war memoirs, and there are still a large number of sculptures in the capital of St. Petersburg that praise the "weapons of the final battle of the Principality".

Relying on Parsifal, a little white face like Mercy Fal, to deal with the aunt of the bear clan, just one aunt could blow the poor baby away, and there are at least 2 or 30 humanoid weapons in front of him who may go berserk at any time......

Up to 5 seconds. This kid is done - that's the unanimous opinion of the Woolly Bear GIs.

Bear the sympathetic gaze on your back. Parsifal took a deep breath and put a smile on his face as he reached into his jacket......

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"It turned out to be yours. ”

He spat out a smoke ring and looked at the team that had started moving again. Murat turned his face sideways and sighed.

"Honestly. I didn't expect it to be so smooth. ”

Parsifal rubbed his shoulders. He replied with a wry smile.

When I saw this child-like human handing over a pack of cigarettes, although I was a little worried that there was something inside, I waited for the first aunt to try the pleasure of swallowing clouds and spitting fog. After nothing abnormal, Parsifal smoked the aunts one by one, and then his fluent Chinese and pleasing saliva offensive quickly relaxed the aunts, and after chatting for a long time, the two sides entered the negotiation relatively easily.

The request of the aunts is very simple, leave some supplies, they immediately remove the barricades, and if they are given too much, they can also provide guides so that the convoy can catch up with the wasted time.

Parsifal did not disagree with this, his task was only to transport supplies, and the order clearly stated that "in case of danger, you can return fire, but it is strictly forbidden to put goods and convoys in danger". With such an order, coupled with the "special materials for opening the road" prepared in advance, it is not a problem to resolve this conflict.

Despite the intention of both parties to resolve the issue and avoid conflict, it took five hours to reach a settlement agreement. The reason is that Parsifal thinks that by giving the villagers supplies like this, they will probably think that the company and the army are nothing more than that, and continue to set up cards to make higher demands for the next group of convoys, and eventually the army and the company will finally use force to solve the problem once and for all. Rather than accumulating the backlog of problems and holding oneself accountable in the future, it is better to establish the relationship now as an employment relationship, rather than a unilateral take-give. The tongguò are mutually beneficial, ensuring the smooth flow of transport routes.

The idea was well-intentioned and creative, and the villagers were happy to be hired. Still, the negotiations went on for quite some time, mainly over commissions and exculpability. The former problem was very easy to solve, and Parsifal, who had been running the procurement business, finally offered 10 poods of sugar, 5 poods of tea, 10 poods of salt, plus a certain amount of butter, canned luncheon meat, canned beef, milk, and flour per quarter, in exchange for the smooth and guided service of the V.E company's transport team every time it passed here, and if the villagers were willing to provide a place for the transport team to rest and store supplies, the commission could be increased again. There is a gap between this price and the villagers' quotations, but considering that the entire principality is currently in a quasi-wartime system, and sugar, salt, tea, wine, etc. are all under control, Parsifal's quotation is a little lower, but it is enough to support the survival needs of the whole village, and the conditions for deepening cooperation and continuing to increase the commission are also very attractive, and finally the villagers accepted Parsifal's construction.

The latter problem is more tricky, in any case, it is an indisputable fact that the villagers set up cards to intercept the army's supplies, and in order to settle the situation with Babayev Centurion and his men, after bargaining for half a day, they had to use 6 boxes of vodka and 1 case of cognac as hush money......

After all this was done, there was another trouble in drawing up the contract. Both the villagers and the GIs are illiterate people who can't even write their own names...... This even includes the Babaev centurion, the centurion said very calmly: reading maps, reading and writing are the stunts of the centurion, even the nobles have many who do not read and write, and are proud of itBalabala......

As a top university student from a place like Alfheim, where there is a universal compulsory education system, a complete education system, and a 98% achievement rate of elementary Chinese, Parsifal cannot understand the poor 12% literacy rate of the principality. In the end, a literate tavern owner was called from more than a dozen kilometers away to act as a notary, and the contract was signed.

"Although it is self-made and arbitrary in the absence of military orders, you are quite good, lieutenant. When ordinary rookies see that posture, their legs are weak, how can they jump out and negotiate with others?"

"Don't be sarcastic, my waist still can't straighten. ”

"I mean really. ”

Murat took out the butt of his cigarette and said in a tone that saw through a qiē:

"Not only did we complete the negotiations, but we also did intelligence gathering work by the way. I have never seen a single lieutenant who can do this. ”

“...... Do you want to see it, Captain?"

Parsifal handed over the notebook, and after the other shook his head, he continued to spread it out, finishing his work with shorthand symbols.

The caravans belonging to the company were originally part-time in various spy jobs, and this tradition was also passed on by the logistics department. Every time a person is sent to a foreign country for a transportation mission, the assigned staff is always assigned to carry out tasks such as address surveys, road mapping, and market research. The information collected was selected and collated and compiled into the staff manual of the Logistics Department in order to facilitate the preparation of various supply plans for future military operations.

It's not unusual, but Parsifal goes deeper than his colleagues.

“...... There are 5 storage depots around the Brest Fortress, where flour and rusks are enough for 279 days, rice for 209 days, and canned meat for 10 days. The quantity of quilts stored in the warehouse is sufficient, but the quality is extremely poor. There were very few spare horse equipment, horseshoe, lubricating oil, Cossack spears were either left in stock, or left unattended in the armory, and the logistics personnel of the principality army never inspected them, and it is perfectly conceivable that the equipment was in ...... state of rust."

The current state of the Principality's army is shocking, but these things should only be known to the people concerned, so why did the newcomer Parsifal know about them?

At the end of the negotiations, having missed lunchtime, Pasifalti had lunch together in order to further bring them closer together. When the villagers and GIs who live on sweet potatoes and bread crusts every day find that the tables are piled up with biscuits, shochu, red wine, sausages, canned beef, canned luncheon meat, and even caviar, which can only be eaten by the old man, their eyes glow green. In the face of the abundant food, the atmosphere became harmonious and warm, and after a few bottles of Volga were swallowed, their tongues were not controlled, and Parsifal, who had secretly poured out the wine, took the opportunity to get a lot of important information from the woolly bears who knew everything.

Strictly speaking, the villagers who set up the checkpoints were not locals, but military dependents who came with their husbands and sons, also known as new immigrants. Most of the soldiers stationed in the Brest Fortress came from the rural areas on the front line of the Ural Mountains, and they were the most hard-working and fearless of death, so they dragged their families and garrisoned the border.

The idea was good, but when it came to practice, the corruption and bureaucracy characteristic of the principality ruined all the good ideas.

Unpaid wages, embezzlement, reselling of materials, high tax rates, robbery by officers and soldiers, land annexation...... Almost all of the elements that can cause official coercion and civil rebellion can be found in the border areas. What surprised Parsifal the most was that he learned from the family of a certain logistics soldier that the logistics department of the Principality Army was actually distributing supplies through what was called a "auction"! Then the big head of the bribe was taken away by the head brain, and the remaining small head was divided up by the middle level, and the small shrimp below couldn't even drink a little soup residue......

Being able to persist in fighting with such frenzied logistical support is, in every sense, worthy of the title of a fighting nation, both the army of the principality and the principality itself. (To be continued......)