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Chapter 124: Your Fuck Rebels (Part )

Rebels?

This was really a fashionable word for Marlowe. It was the first time he encountered such a thing, so when he received the report, he suspected that it was the tax collectors under him who were causing trouble.

When he was still in school, Marlowe had heard his teachers talk about similar things, such as "fire dragons burning warehouses", "water flooding grain ships", and "robbers stealing horses".

So subconsciously, Marlowe suspected the elements of the "rebels".

It was not until more soldiers and civilians from the attacked convoy escaped and Marlow received more reports that he believed that a group of rebels with red flags had appeared in his rear area, near the city of Oncandra.

The tax collector may be able to bribe some people, but with so many people and so many gossips, if it is a deception, it will definitely be exposed.

Marlowe asked so many people and found no flaws, which means the story is true.

That night, just before dawn, Marlowe felt what it was like to have a tingling scalp.

By questioning the civilians and soldiers of the grain transport team who had escaped one after another, he determined that the number of rebels was not large, only about twenty people, and the latter were now heading towards East Birch Town with black powder carriages.

It's obvious what these guys want to do.

It was impossible for a rebel army of only twenty people to capture Donghuamu Town. The reason they ran there was probably because of the sea of ​​birch trees on the edge of Donghuamu Town, which was more than fifty kilometers long and wide.

As long as this group of more than 20 rebels escaped into the woods, it would be almost impossible for anyone to find them. They could escape wherever they wanted and completely bypass the road blockade of the Republican Army.

It was not Quartermaster Marlowe's responsibility to suppress the rebellion and hunt down the rebels, but the incomplete preparation of military supplies was his fault.

The military rations would certainly not be enough, but what if the twenty barrels of black powder purchased by the Quartermaster Department from the black powder workshop in Miller Town, which required a four-wheeled carriage to transport, were lost.

The fate that awaits Marlowe in the future is not as simple as demotion.

The twenty barrels of black powder loaded on a four-wheeled carriage were limited by the raw materials and the dangers of processing raw black powder. This was the output of the Miller Town Black Powder Workshop for half a quarter and also its current inventory.

Twenty barrels of black powder, if distributed to a thousand musketeers, would be enough for them to fight two or three battles.

It is therefore obvious that the twenty barrels of black powder lost by the convoy was by no means a loss that could be ignored.

When this matter was exposed, there was a high possibility that Marlowe would be arrested as an example by Governor Onkandara and sent to a military court.

The judge in the military court would naturally sentence Marlowe to death by hanging, and at the same time put a lot of blame on Marlowe and settle some unclear accounts.

As the son of a marquis, Marlowe would certainly not be executed, but after experiencing such an incident, his future in the military was definitely over.

How to do?
Marlowe unconsciously returned to his office in the quartermaster castle, where the bronze candlesticks cast swaying shadows on the battle map.

Marlowe's fingers brushed the folds of parchment that symbolized the rise of East Birchwood. The pass where the grain convoy had been attacked was like a clotted blood scab, which he had highlighted with red ink.

He suddenly realized that he was measuring the rebels' marching speed and whether he could stop the enemy before they fled into the mountains by attacking with the garrison stationed in the castle after daybreak.

Can you catch up?
According to the currently known intelligence, the rebels are all on horseback and have strong mobility, but the black powder they carry with them on the wagons will delay their original high mobility advantage and make them slower than a pure infantry team.

As a mountainous country, the roads in Bagnia's wilderness are not easy to travel. Even though the area around Oncandra is composed of small plains, there are occasionally hills across the land, raising the road or making it winding.

"If we chase it, there might not be much hope, but if we don't chase it, there is definitely no hope of recovering it."

Marlowe said this to himself.

After convincing himself, Marlowe rang the copper bell on the table and called the secretary of the Quartermaster Department who was waiting outside... The logistics convoy was attacked, and too many people in the Quartermaster Department couldn't sleep.

"Go and wake up the castle garrison, have them take up their weapons, and assemble in the open space outside the castle. I want to see them in half an hour." "Major Marlowe."

The clerk hesitated and asked.

"Do those civilians need to be woken up?"

"No, the situation is urgent now. Bringing civilians will only be a burden. Go quickly and don't waste time."

"Yes!"

After the secretary left, Marlowe also left the office and ran deeper into the castle.

In front of the armory door, the armory master, Captain Hayden, a young man wearing a scarlet velvet coat and with six brass keys of different sizes hanging around his waist, was looking at Marlowe with his head held high.

What happened in the Quartermaster Castle obviously could not be hidden from him as the second-in-command of the Quartermaster Castle.

Captain Hayden, the chief steward of the armory, was not a soldier. He was the second son of the chief steward of Governor Oncandra and a direct subordinate of this senator of the Republic.

Marlowe didn't dare to offend him on normal days, let alone now.

Marlowe took a deep breath to clear his confused mind and thought seriously.

Now that Captain Hayden appeared here, it was obvious that he had guessed his intention and had figured out what he wanted.

"I owe you a favor."

Marlowe spoke first.

"not enough."

Captain Hayden's light words made Marlowe's teeth itch.

The situation was urgent, and Marlowe didn't have time to bargain with the greedy son of the housekeeper. With a dark face, he reached into his arms, took out a piece of paper and handed it over.

"This is a deposit certificate from the Oncandra Bank, containing five hundred Bagnian silver coins."

Captain Hayden was finally satisfied. He took the colorful deposit certificate with a smile, raised his hand and threw the license certificate that had been prepared long ago into Marlowe's arms.

"You can take whatever armor and arrows you want, but remember to return them all afterwards. But you can only take half a barrel of black powder. No more.

As you know, due to the war, the price of raw materials has risen, resulting in the Republic's gunpowder reserves being low."

"I see."

Half a barrel of black powder was enough, allowing twenty musketeers to fire thirty to forty shots, which was more than enough to wipe out the rebels.

Marlowe breathed a sigh of relief after receiving the permission. He waved his hand and a large group of quartermasters and civilian laborers who followed him rushed forward and poured into the armory archway under the watchful eyes of Captain Hayden and two halberdiers guarding the armory.

However, neither Quartermaster Marlowe nor Captain Hayden noticed that among the civilians entering the armory were two extremely bad guys.

"Ah, Xiaodao, we sneaked in already!? This is too easy."

"Don't talk while you work. Are you trying to expose us, you idiot?"

(End of this chapter)