I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 39 Discovering Talent
In any case, finding a guide is a very important matter, which is related to whether the team can cross the border mountains.

The players are unreliable, so Isaac has to make the trip.

Then, a day later, Chris met the guide, but the guide's appearance was not what Chris had imagined, and it was also beyond everyone's expectations.

"Is this the guide you found?"

Chris sighed, holding his forehead, and for the first time seriously reflected on whether his behavior of recruiting players was a serious illness, so much so that the usually steady Isaac was infected by the players' unreliability.

"Yes."

Isaac's facial expression was also a little embarrassed. He turned his head to glance at the guide standing beside him and sighed.

"It sounds crazy, but Mia is indeed within the boundaries of Pinewood Town. She is the only one who can lead us across the border and find a way through the Bagnian Mountains."

Hearing Isaac's tone, Chris also became serious. He looked down at the guide... a little girl with chestnut hair wearing gray homespun, holding a wooden stick, and followed by a big white pig.

"From her hair, you should be able to tell that Mia is not Bohemian, she is Bagnian."

"refugee?"

Chris looked at Mia, who was wearing a thick, loose homespun dress that was not suitable for a child. She was so short and thin that the dress looked like it was supported by a bamboo pole.

When the wind blows, clothes and people will sway.

"How old is she?"

Mia, who was staring at Chris with her big eyes, answered first.

"Sixteen years old."

Chris looked at Mia suspiciously, he didn't quite believe it.

Although Mia looks very thin, probably because she has not eaten enough for a long time and is short in stature, she does not look like she is even sixteen years old, her face is too small.

"What's your name?"

"Mia."

"surname?"

"No surname."

"Okay, Mia, I'll hire you as a guide for the caravan. Now go out and have dinner. Isaac and I have something to discuss."

"Looking man, I can help you, really."

"Of course, of course, but if you help me, it won't prevent you from eating."

Chris smiled gently, and as he spoke, he grabbed the girl's shoulders and tried to make her turn away.

"Listen to your stomach, it's growling... Ouch!"

Just as the girl turned around, the big white pig suddenly rushed over and hit Chris's calf, knocking him to the ground.

Seeing that her pig was in trouble, Mia turned around and ran without saying a word. She ran fast and smoothly. The pig also followed her with its big butt twisted, running happily.

Chris stood up rubbing his butt. He looked at Mia running away and wanted to grin, but when he thought of the latter's life experience and background, he suddenly couldn't smile.

"What's going on Mia?"

"Just as you can imagine, Mia is a Bagnian refugee. Her parents took her away from their hometown and brought her to Pinewood Town. Then they both died of starvation and disease, leaving Mia alone with the white pig.

Mia relied on the pigs' protection and a bit of luck to survive here, barely avoiding starvation."

Isaac sighed, and a look of infinite sympathy appeared on his bearded face. He obviously felt the same way and was thinking of his daughter.

"We should take her away. No matter what, we won't let her starve."

"I have no objection to taking Mia with us. My only question is whether she can take on the role of guide."

Chris kept his original question, and Isaac followed his example by shrugging his shoulders and spreading his hands.

"I told you, in all of Pinewood Town, she's the only one who didn't successfully cross the Bagnian Mountains through the Boba Pass. The other guides can only take us to the border."

"No choice?"

"There is no choice."

"Alright alright."

Isaac left and Chris stayed in his tent. He began to ponder, thinking seriously about a problem.

What is the situation in Bagnia?
Before in Neyama, Chris was not too concerned about the Bagniya incident. It was said that a civil war had broken out in the country and people were starving everywhere.

But before he saw it with his own eyes, Chris couldn't feel any sympathy because he had no real experience.

This world is not like the modern world, with the Internet, where we can see the miserable lives of people in other places from thousands of miles away.

This led to Chris not even thinking about saving the country before being pushed into the pit by the players.

Which country to save?

We are not trying to save China. What the hell is Bagnia? I don’t have any sense of belonging at all!

There are also Bagnian workers in Neyama. They are generally poor, but they can still survive. As long as they work hard, they can have enough food to eat.

It was not until now, when Mia appeared in front of Chris, that he suddenly realized the cruel reality and realized that the situation in Bagnia might, perhaps, probably be a hell on earth.

Maybe he should put in some effort.

After all, starvation is the most primitive torture of mankind.

At the same time, Isaac, who walked out of the tent, was also looking back. He stared deeply at Chris who was invisible inside.

Sure enough, the prince is the prince. I had only been away for a few days when he expanded his team and diluted my power with the number of people.

Although I am not very happy about it, but if I think about it carefully, this kind of thing is necessary.

Isaac was in a complicated mood. After sighing a few times, he turned and left.

Forget it, let's see how things develop. If Chris intends to let me step aside, then I will go back to Bohemia and continue to be a free smuggler.

……

Now that we have found the guide, let's set off. Chris doesn't want to delay any longer.

Just a simple night's sleep and early the next morning.

"Baji, baji, baji..."

Inside the camp, Carlos was sitting on a big rock chewing a piece of bread. Every time he took a bite, he would pick up the big bowl beside him and drink a mouthful of soup, making a smacking sound that made respectable people feel uncomfortable.

Coincidentally, the people around Carlos were all rough guys, and the noises they made while eating were louder than each other, so no one minded such things.

Today's breakfast is not as sumptuous as the one we had a few days ago. There are no big sausages to eat, but it is still very good.

A big bowl of rice made from crushed corn and crushed rice, a boiled egg, a piece of minced meat patty, and a bowl of vegetable soup with oil floating on the surface. It has enough carbohydrates, protein, and vitamins.

This made Carlos extremely satisfied.

Before the meal started, Carlos ran to take a look next door and found out that the other members of the caravan were having the same breakfast as him, except that the pancakes they had contained more minced meat.

This was acceptable. In the Bohemian army, it was natural that veterans ate better than new recruits.

Now, within the caravan, he was the new recruit, and the fifty men were veterans. In the two days since he'd been inside the caravan after the Spring Festival, Carlos, with his veteran's intuition, had a rough idea of ​​the caravan's internal structure.

Carlos’ first feeling was… it was a mess, too messy.

First of all, the nominal leader of the caravan is called Isaac, and the second leader is Connie, the daughter of the former.

Isaac is in charge of personnel and Connie is in charge of supplies.

However, during these two days, Carlos discovered that another man named Chris had more say, and everyone in the caravan listened to him.

He can also have a hand in the allocation of materials and the use of funds.

Let’s not talk about anything else, just talk about this morning. Carlos is a veteran, and he knows very well that eating is the most important thing in the world, so at five o’clock in the morning, he got up with his bowl of rice and waited in the kitchen area of ​​the camp, waiting for the chef to cook.

Carlos saw with his own eyes that the chefs had originally planned to cook only a dozen buckets of thick porridge today, and then provide each person with a large unleavened flatbread.

This kind of food is pretty good, and Carlos thinks there is nothing wrong with it.

In the Bohemian Army, only the elite grenadiers could enjoy a similar breakfast, while ordinary infantrymen could only drink porridge until they were half full.

If there is training or combat mission today, then you can still have a good lunch or dinner, two fist-sized pieces of black bread, a small bowl of rice, a small piece of bacon, and vegetable soup with a little minced meat.

It’s filling and has enough oil and water.

On the contrary, if there is no training and combat mission, what the soldiers can eat depends entirely on the conscience and mood of the logistics officer.

Overall, the food in Isaac's caravan was pretty good, and Carlos thought that working for the caravan was not a bad thing.

At this moment, Chris, who was extraordinary and elegant, appeared. He walked into the kitchen, looked at the big barrel where cooking was going on, asked the chef a few questions, and then said.

"That won't do. It's not good to eat just this little bit."

"Sir, this is already very good, we..."

"No, absolutely not. The newcomers are all very thin, with no flesh on their bodies. We still have to walk in the wild all day today. How can we do this without any fat in our stomachs?"

Chris said without a doubt.

"Replace the porridge with rice, add an extra boiled egg per person, add two ounces of minced pork to the flatbread, and make an extra serving of soup. Add a large bag of dehydrated vegetables and ten chicken skeletons to the soup. Make sure there's enough oil and water!"

After saying that, Chris took out a pen and paper, wrote down the order and signed it, handed it to the chef, and ordered.

"Go, go find Connie and get the supplies."

"Oh, okay..."

Because of this incident, Carlos knew that no one in the team could make him unhappy, otherwise, if he said something, everyone would not be able to eat rice and meat, and could only drink porridge and eat vegetables.

In addition, Carlos also knew that the person who gave him the money was not Isaac and Connie, but a strange young man nicknamed the Imp. He was his immediate superior, and his colleagues were the other nine fellow villagers who were recruited in the tavern.

The other 110 were hired recruits from nearby villages, and in theory they were all colleagues.

However, Carlos actually discovered that the person who gave them the money was not the same person as himself, but nine other people. There were 120 mercenaries with 10 heads.

But in terms of action, these ten leaders will make one hundred and twenty people act and train together.

This strange and complex structure completely confused Carlos, and he had no idea what was going on in the team.

If you don’t understand, then forget it. As long as the commission can be paid on time and you can have enough food and drink every day, then there is no big problem.

Carlos thought so, he quickly stuffed the remaining food into his mouth, and then shouted to the nine men nearby, asking them to speed up and resolve the "battle".

Just at this moment, someone shouted.

"Come on, come on, line up to get your stuff, come on!"

Get something! ?

Carlos was very sensitive to this word. As soon as he heard it, he immediately ran over with his nine men.

When Carlos arrived at the scene, the person shouting had been surrounded and he could not see anything.

Seeing this, Carlos shouted.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, get in line!"

Some people heard it, looked back, and quickly made way, while others ignored them and continued to surround them.

When Carlos saw this, he rolled up his sleeves and turned around to shout.

"Follow me!"

Carlos rushed into the crowd, punching and kicking those who didn't know what was going on, using force to force others to line up.

In the army, violence is the eternal theme. No one will listen to you if you speak in a nice tone, but when Carlos swings his two fists as big as clay pots at you, those who can't beat him will naturally line up obediently.

Carlos and his men took only three minutes to calm the chaos and bring order to the scene.

He was just watching from the side. Because the ten players had not yet come online and Axe's subordinates were not present, he didn't know what to do. Chris, who was having a headache, saw this and his eyes suddenly lit up and he waved to Carlos.

"Come here, come here...Who are you and what's your name?"

"Carlos, I'm from 'Home Alone.'

Carlos answered honestly, and Chris patted his shoulder to show his appreciation while turning around and shouting to the people.

"Bring the clothes and shoes over here, give them to these ten people first!"

Soon, four or five people came running over pushing carts. They pointed the things at Carlos' feet and body, and after confirming the size, they handed him the folded clothes and shoes.

Carlos was still a little dazed when he took it.

"Oh, this is for me?"

"Yes, this is what Mr. Chris distributes to everyone. You took a shower yesterday, right?"

"washed."

"Then put it on now. We're leaving in an hour, so hurry up."

Carlos quickly took off his clothes in public, then picked up new clothes and put them on.

The new boss was very thoughtful. He gave Carlos two new sets of clothes made of black cloth, including underwear and socks. The shoes were made of green canvas and had black tough soles on the bottom, although no one knew what they were.

However, Carlos, who had rich military experience, put on new socks and shoes, and after just stepping on the ground twice, he could feel that these shoes could be used to walk a long distance, and even small stones would not hurt his feet.

In addition to clothes, there is also an iron water bottle, which is also a good thing and can be used for marching and fighting!

Chris waited until Carlos was dressed before continuing.

"Come here, distribute weapons and equipment to Carlos and his subordinates. Carlos, I need you to take charge of the disciplinary issues in the camp. Can you do it?"

"Would you like me to be a gendarme?"

"Yes, if you become a military police, you can eat better and have better equipment."

"I can handle this position."

"Very good, now go get your equipment and then go down to work. I'm counting on you!"

(End of this chapter)