Warhammer Throne

In the evening, the commercial streets of Kislov are now empty. Many shops have nothing in them, and many shops are closed. There are many soldiers patrolling the streets. Most of them are soldiers sent by the Empire. They were all too cold, cursing that the north was really cold.

Prices continue to rise. The prices of daily necessities, especially large liba and salt, have risen rapidly. Meat and sugar have almost disappeared. Even the prices of firewood and coal have risen a lot, which fully guarantees that refugees cannot buy it. Up anything.

The heavy snow still keeps flying. Kislov is really a bitter cold place that many imperial troops are unwilling to come to. It is said that some imperial people will stay here because of the endless snow and the muddy environment of spring. The fangs of the bread and the weird-tasting food make him insane.

But here is the first line of defense for the Old World to face the northern chaotic frenzy, and it is also the buffer zone for civilization and order to face the tide of destruction.

There are a lot of refugees in the commercial streets, and there are hundreds of them. Most of them are unclothed and can't eat enough. They are crowded together to keep warm. The Imperial soldiers can only sigh when watching this scene. There are huge piles of piles on both sides of the street. Straw mats, everyone knows what they are used for.

The appearance of a group of Ugol soldiers caught everyone’s attention. Many refugees struggling to come up to ask for something to eat, but Beria just shook his head and motioned to the soldiers to take up their weapons. The refugees had to retreat and continue to curl up on the corner of the street. .

No matter how crazy refugees are, they won’t even think about robbing this group of people. Robbing shops and citizens are more troublesome than finding this group of people. Just as many people know that there are a lot of storage in the Imperial Barracks and the Yurik Temple. Food, but does anyone dare to grab it?

"Actually, if I continue to stay in the Internal Affairs Committee, I will have a chance to replace Yezhov." Beria led a group of Ugol archers passing by. The general said casually: “Yezhov will do for our female czar. Too many things, I don’t think he will live for too long. At that time, His Majesty Katalyn will not hesitate. After all, there are too many people who want to replace him."

Khorkina, a beautiful Kislov girl dressed warmly, followed Beria. She ate a lamb pie, a piece of butter bread and a bowl of corn ham soup at noon today, with her stomach full. Beautifully in my heart.

Although the sacrifice was made for the family, it is better to have a full meal now than anything else.

"General, I thought about it carefully. His Majesty Katalyn is only treating the symptoms rather than the root cause, and doing this to the officers will cause a great loss to the army's combat effectiveness." Xie Liping was still thinking about what happened before. Can't bear it: "What if the Kesa fighters and the shooting army make trouble?"

"It's useless if it's small, it's really a big deal, just kill Yezhov." Beria shook his head: "Have I done what I ordered?"

"I got the news." Xie Liping said indignantly, "General Andre, who was responsible for the distribution of the owed salary, was convicted after his death."

"What's the crime?"

"Fear of sin, commit suicide."

"Huh!" Belliya sneered: "Xie Liping, now you know why I have to take everyone to be loyal to His Majesty Ryan, right? It is more important than anything else to be with the right person. Do you say His Majesty Ryan would do such a thing?"

Everyone nodded, it is better to follow His Majesty Ryan!

While speaking, a group of imperial soldiers passed by carrying a roll of straw mat, which was rolled up, revealing only a pair of black, festered, and frostbite feet.

The snow was still falling, and the whistling wind concealed the voices of everyone. After passing a few streets, they finally found a relief point. There were a few large iron pots hung up and heated by firewood, and the inside was grunting. I didn’t know what to cook. About dozens of soldiers were on guard. Seeing Beria and his party appeared, the officer in the lead shouted: "Ugol? What are you doing here? Look at your equipment? Is it a mercenary? Your Majesty has an order?"

Outside, the line waiting to drink the porridge was one or two kilometers long.

"I am the Lieutenant General of the Archer and the Special Envoy of the King of the Knights of Breton, Beria Gulag!" Beria showed the document, the officer was taken aback, and immediately saluted: "See General, Kiesler The second platoon Mihalovic of the first company of the third battalion of the city defense!"

"Well, what are you cooking?" Beria looked at the smoking cauldron. The water in the pot hadn't boiled yet, and the color was a bit greenish, but Beria didn't see what was cooking in the pot after watching it for a long time.

"Cooking... cooking porridge." Miha said embarrassedly: "I have to wait a while for the porridge."

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

"Yes!" Mihalovich obeyed.

The big iron pan was turned off, Beria stretched her head towards the big iron pan.

Facing the cauldron, he saw a handsome guy, with a pair of round rimless glasses, a handsome face, elegant and easy-going, wearing a Bretonian military uniform, wearing the Bafeng Mountain Great Expedition Memorial Medal and third class on his chest. The golden iris medal is an honor that soldiers who have participated in the Bafeng Mountain Expedition can get.

Beria calmly adjusted his collar to the big iron pan, patted the snowflakes off his shoulders, and then stretched out his hand towards the person cooking the porridge. The other party was stunned, but quickly understood In response to Beria's intention, he handed him the big iron spoon in his hand.

General Ugol stretched the big iron spoon into the bottom of the pot and stirred it back and forth vigorously, stirring the whole pot upside down, and the contents cooked in it finally came out.

The pot was full of grass roots, bark, and rotten pickle leaves. Beria took a big iron spoon and scooped it twice. He felt that it was just a pot of hot water, and then he stirred vigorously a few times, deep in the bottom of the pot. After deep fishing, he finally caught few unground rye grains and even fewer buckwheat grains. The general nodded with approval: "Well, porridge, yes, it's porridge or rye porridge! Well, it smells. It smells so good!"

Hearing his words, Mihalovic's face was uncomfortable. Even so, there was still a bag of rye and half a bag of buckwheat in the relief shed, and there were thousands of people waiting in line!

"Esun is going up, this is called porridge?!" The young Selepin only felt his blood pouring up his head. He was about to roar, Beria reached out and stopped him: "Okay, look. I'll know."

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

"……Yes."

Beria led the people away from the relief point, and Xie Liping rushed to catch up: "General, these bastards, do they dare to call this porridge? Is this porridge?"

"Of course this is porridge." Beria calmly said: "The original ecology, and it is full of Kislov's unique flavor, but it is a bit thin, but it is not important, but... very good, the porridge is very thin. The thinner the better! That's right!"

"Okay, I have confirmed with our own eyes that the porridge is so thin, we can almost send out a diplomatic note to apply to see His Majesty Katalin."

Three days later, the city of Kislov, Bokaha Palace.

Lieutenant general of the Ugol archers, and the special envoy of the King of the Knights of Breton, Beria Gulag, was allowed to enter the palace hall to pay a courtesy call on the Queen Catherine.

Although the kingdom of Kislov is not big, there are many rules in it, and Beria and others have to strictly abide by it. Otherwise, even if no one dared to kill him, it would be enough for him to suffer a bit and get things done.

First of all, no one can turn his back to the czar, which means that when leaving, he must go backwards. Of course, Her Majesty Katalin is often very busy, and usually she is the first to leave at the end of the meeting.

No one can sit and face the czar, unless the czar offers a seat, or the other party has no legs.

No one can stand behind the czar.

No one can be taller than the czar.

People below Boyer are not allowed to talk to the Czar. Even Boyer can speak only when the Czar asks questions and invites. He also needs to say "Return to Your Majesty...".

There are a lot of red tapes, but Beria has always remained calm. He has been bent over until His Majesty Katalyn slowly ascends to the high throne of the Tsar, and General Ugol has been in the presence of many Boyer nobles and Kislev. The general and several legendary ice witches knelt down on one knee under the gaze of the legendary ice witch: "Blessed by Mongeson, Lieutenant General Ugol, Special Envoy of Brittany, Beria Gulag brought from the far south Greetings from Knight King Ryan Makado."

"Kneel down on your remaining leg, Beria!" Catalyn's voice was very cold and without any emotion. The czar sat on the throne, she said lightly: "Otherwise You can leave now."

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

"Knight baby...Oh, no, I mean our Majesty the Knight King sent you from afar, what's the matter?" The czar said calmly, "I'm very busy, many things."

"His Majesty Ryan returned from the Great Eight Peaks Expedition, and sent me to share his joy of victory with the generals and Boyers of the Snow Kingdom and extend greetings to His Majesty Katalyn for his perseverance in the north. We prepared a little bit. Boli, I also ask Her Majesty the Czar, the generals, and Boyers to laugh.” Beria didn’t change his face and his heart beats. He waved his hand, and some gifts came in. The generals and Boyers were forced to spit out. I felt uncomfortable after a little trophy. I was very happy to see the gifts. The gifts Beria gave were fine salt, white sugar and brown sugar, scarce medicines, boxes of high-quality white bread and a lot of frozen meat. Everyone was smiling.

"Well, Your Majesty Ryan has the heart." Katalin's cold face did not change, but she said casually, as if she was disgusting that the delivery was not enough and not good enough: "Get up."

It’s not difficult to understand that the situation in Kislov is very unstable now. The female czar must be hoping to make a huge fortune to solve the problem. Beria's eyes rolled and stood up: "Also, the Elder of Garland, Oro Ms. La and the congresswoman Ms. Teresa also asked me to bring some small gifts to His Majesty Katalin and the Sisters of Ice Witches."

The attendant handed over two boxes, which contained some high-end cosmetics, perfume, five boxes of unopened Wolford velvet pantyhose, as well as refined sugar cubes, honey, and Polderro wine. Catalyn’s eyes lit up. She immediately signaled to accept: "Aurora still has time to prepare gifts for me? It's not easy, I see, she still thinks about what to do next! The things are very good, I accept them, and give them a seat. "

The generals and Boyers looked with fiery eyes, and the things the ice witches got were all priceless super luxury items in Kislov!

"Give a seat!" Klim's guards moved a small pier and asked Beria to sit down.

General Ugol smiled inwardly. Without her father's commanding ability and powerful prestige, the military industry who personally charged and entrapped the soldiers convinced the soldiers, what can the female czar rely on to rule this country relatively powerfully?

It was the Sisterhood of Kieslov Ice Witches. These Ice Witches married the great nobles, generals, and Boyers, and became their wives and courtiers, thus controlling the nobles. Katalyn was the Ice Witches. The undisputed leader.

The two parties exchanged routine greetings again, and talked about a little nutritious topic. Katalyn was very concerned about how much Ryan had captured in the Great Eight Peaks Expedition, but Beria's answer was dripping.

When Catalyn finished her questioning, Beria stated that he was here to form a new army and planned to recruit hundreds of Ugols. The Czar agreed directly without thinking, but emphasized that in addition to the hire money, Give the kingdom a "training fee".

Beria was not surprised by this, even if the issue was discussed.

The second problem is that Beria still has a large amount of goods to be sold off, including a large amount of grain, meat, salt, sugar, textiles and daily necessities. For Beria, this batch of goods is simply a solution to Kislev. In desperation, the Czar and the State Duma immediately decided to eat them all, and they exchanged large amounts of gold and silver, magic ore, bear skin, wood, and iron and copper ore from the Norsca Expedition. Beria took the opportunity to ask for a high price. The standard purchase price given by Ryan is much higher.

Then, on the third question, Beria emphasized: "Your Majesty, I want to buy some people from you."

"Buy people? Is there no one in His Majesty Ryan's hands? Or his rich land is all rotten?" The czar said impatiently, "Who do you want to buy?"

"We want to buy some people from Cheka's prison." Beria said cautiously, "Some people...can't be rotten in Cheka's prison, right?"

"Wait! Do you want to buy...no, absolutely not!" The czar immediately understood what Beria meant, and she said sharply: "Never allow! These are traitors and desperadoes! I will never Allowing these people to leave Kislov, even to a foreign country!"

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

"No way, no way!" Catalyn repeated.

"Then... I heard that a lot of officers and soldiers have been arrested in the past few days?" Beria had to step back, and he tentatively said again: "If it can..."

"No, I have already sentenced many people, and they will all be executed within a week!" The czar continued: "You are too late, Beria."

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

The czar was silent, and Kataline wanted to refuse continuously. It is really not good, and now for Kislov, the population is a heavy burden. If we can get rid of some of the burden, we can get some much-needed food and food. It does not seem to be unacceptable for the kingdom to tide over the difficulties with cash. In the current situation of Kislov, the workers and intellectuals can't help either.

Ryan is now famous throughout the old world, and he has a good relationship with him. Maybe he can get military and material assistance from Brittany in the future!

After thinking for a few minutes, Katalin finally nodded reluctantly: "Akinfeev! Dmilov!"

"Yes!" The Czar's Minister of Internal Affairs and the Minister of Finance stood up.

"You take Beria, first go to the prison to pick people, 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 Dmilov, and General Ugol felt a little anxious.

He came to Kislev this time, and there was a man who had to try to get it out and send it to Brittania.

This person is called Sergo, the former chief engineer of Kislov, one of the designers and manufacturers of the Hellstorm rocket launcher, and he is currently locked in the deepest part of the Cheka prison.

The gun workshop in Brittania wanted to have the ability to design and produce the Hellstorm Rocket Launcher, this super killer. This man was the only hope. Ryan gave a dead order for this. If necessary, he can do it at any cost. , The Great Engineer Shergo must be rescued and sent to the Kingdom of Knights!

It seems that we must find another way.