I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 41 Disciplinary Issues
The difficulties during the march were to be expected, and Chris took the opportunity to use these difficulties to hone himself and his team.

Military police captain Carlos and his military police men are just one of the results.

After marching eight kilometers around four o'clock in the afternoon, we began to set up camp.

Chris took the opportunity to call Isaac, Lin Ruoyu and others to hold a small internal meeting.

"Tell me what problems you encountered on your journey today. Find the problems and solve them."

Isaac remained silent. He looked at Chris without saying a word, and no one knew what he was thinking under his calm expression.

Lin Ruoyu looked left and right, and suddenly he felt that this scene was very familiar... This was a party branch established by three people, and they were also holding a post-war meeting to summarize the mistakes made in the battle.

So, Lin Ruoyu spoke first.

“We are moving too slowly, and there is no one to support us at the back. I suggest that we set up a team to gather up those who are walking slowly to prevent them from falling behind.

It’s the first day now, and everyone’s energy is still relatively sufficient. After two days, we’ll definitely fall behind.”

Chris nodded, thinking that this matter really needed attention.

He turned and looked at Isaac.

"Can Connie take charge of it? I see she and her boys are full of energy."

Isaac nodded slowly.

"No problem... Can I tell you something?"

"please say."

Isaac was still a little hesitant at this point, but with Chris's encouraging expression, he still spoke.

"We are in a relatively safe situation now. The bandits and horse bandits nearby have been swept away by Bopoli and his men. No one will bother us.

But when we get to Bagnia, the situation is unclear. I think we should distribute some of the 500 muskets in advance.

Of course, we can't give out guns randomly. We should first give weapons to our elders, the guys who followed us here from Neyama.

In addition, we should select those newly recruited mercenaries who can use muskets and are trustworthy, and give them muskets.

Those who are trustworthy but cannot use muskets can be equipped with cold weapons to form a certain combat effectiveness.

This way, when we are attacked, we won’t be in the awkward situation of having guns and people but no fighting capacity.”

"Can I trust you?"

Chris said this to Isaac.

He knew that the latter was a little upset now, although he was not sure how this emotion came about, but as long as Isaac was willing to work, it meant that the problem could be solved.

"of course."

"So, are you qualified for this job?"

Chris said.

"I hope you can take charge of this matter. You can decide on the armament of the team. If you have the spare time, you can also train the new recruits in the team and teach them how to fire guns and form ranks."

"This……"

Isaac was stunned. A look of joy appeared on his face, but he also showed hesitation.

"This... leave all these things to me, is that really okay?"

"Can you fulfill your responsibilities?"

"of course can."

"Then do it."

After a brief internal meeting, Isaac regained his spirits, got rid of the inexplicable emotional exhaustion, cheered up, and devoted himself to work.

The next day, the camp was broken up and the team set out again.

With the experience of the first day, the small meeting held last night, and the delegation of power, the team's progress was much smoother.

Isaac led more than 40 people running back and forth, maintaining the stability of the team very well. He screened out reliable and unreliable people and selectively distributed muskets.

At the same time, the players who went forward as scouts also found a small path winding through the woods and ravines. The large group walked on it, and their speed increased a bit. On the second day, they reached a breakthrough distance of 12 kilometers.

On the third day, a small incident occurred on the march.

At noon, a bear, either because it had just woken up from hibernation and was too hungry, or because it had eaten too many people and had lost its mind, rushed straight towards a group of more than a hundred people gathered for a picnic, roaring loudly.

The sudden appearance of the bear really scared many people, but it was unlucky because it appeared in the direction of the small place where players were having dinner.

"Fuck!"

Startled, Lin Ruoyu subconsciously threw the gun behind him into his hand and shot the bear a few meters away.

The timely shot did not hit the bear, but the loud gunshot successfully stopped it and made it stand up.

"Go, chop him!"

The kid sitting on the side was shouting. When the bear stood up, it was so scary that to be honest, his legs felt a little weak.

The little kid only dared to shout but did not dare to go forward, but he had a good subordinate, Carlos, who was sitting not far away eating. He dropped his bowl, picked up the axe gun beside him, stood up and rushed over.

"Wow!"

Carlos roared loudly as he ran, attracting the bear's attention. The bear gave up its original target and rushed towards him.

As soon as he got close, Carlos held the axe spear horizontally and stabbed it at the bear's chest with all his strength. The bear stood up again, waving his two bear paws and hitting the spear head hard.

The first strike successfully deflected the axe spear, causing the flashing tip of the spear to pass by the bear without stabbing it.

However, although Carlos's actions failed to hurt the bear, they did succeed in stopping it.

Lin Ruoyu, who was not far away, threw away the empty flintlock rifle, picked up the spear in the hand of the player next to him, took two steps forward, and threw it hard at the bear.

The spear pierced the bear's waist with a whoosh. The powerful throw allowed the spear to penetrate its thick fur and deep into its flesh, causing blood to spurt out.

The severe pain made the bear unable to maintain a standing posture. He landed on all fours again, roaring and wanting to cause trouble for Lin Ruoyu.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Carlos raised his axe gun high and chopped it hard on the bear's head, splitting its fur in one go. The heavy impact made it stand there motionless.

After a second or two, the bear regained consciousness and finally remembered to run away. It turned around and ran towards a deserted place. Carlos swung his axe gun and stabbed it twice from behind, but the bear didn't even look back.

"Chase!" Lin Ruoyu made a prompt decision, picked up a new spear, and led his men to chase after him. Carlos followed closely behind... There was no other way, as his boss, Home Alone, also followed the former.

Not long after running in the direction the bear fled, Lin Ruoyu saw a spear stuck between the trees. It was the spear that had been stuck in the bear before.

"Look, there's another piece of meat here!"

Home Alone shouted happily, bending down to pick up a piece of flesh with black hair from the grass. Carlos, who was wearing black clothes and leather armor, hurried forward and stood in front of him with an axe gun to prevent the dying black bear from turning back to attack.

Of course, it turned out that Carlos was just worrying too much, because not long after walking forward, everyone saw the bear lying in a ditch with its limbs stiff and motionless, obviously dead.

When the player and his men dragged the bear back, Chris also rushed over after hearing the news. He stood by and listened to them excitedly discussing how to cook the piece of meat that the bear had offered itself.

Chris didn't care about the taste of bear meat. The meat of this carnivorous, uncastrated beast must be fishy. He only cared about one problem now.

"How did this bear get here? Didn't we have sentries?"

Chris asked Isaac this, and the latter pointed to a black-clad mercenary who was grabbed by the shoulders by two people.

"A sentry was posted, but he was lazy."

Oh, it turned out to be a discipline issue. Although someone was arranged to stand guard, the sentry was lazy and not alert enough, so he failed to notice the approaching bear in time.

Chris waved his hand, signaling to take the mercenary away first to prevent him from hearing his conversation with Isaac.

“If you find a problem, then solve it. How do you solve this problem?”

"From now on, we'll assign two sentries to each guard, so they can supervise each other. Also, I suggest referring to Bohemian military law. Anyone who fails to perform their duties will be executed."

Isaac suggested and Chris slowly shook his head.

"This won't work. It's only a temporary solution. Mercenaries are not a professional army. Whether they work with us or take up arms and fight, it's all a job for them.

Killing the sentries for dereliction of duty may temporarily intimidate them, but in the long run, we will suffer backlash."

"What should I do?"

"There must be both punishment and reward, a two-pronged approach... How about this: the sentry who neglected his duty must not eat meat today, and the mercenaries in the same team as the sentry must wash the clothes of the other mercenaries for three days.

At the same time, the squads selected to serve as sentinels will receive twice as much meat as other mercenaries during their sentinel period. In addition, both daytime and nighttime sentinels are equipped with a pot of sugar water as a supply."

Sugar is the most widely used "legal poison" in the world. The sweetness it brings can bring people a sense of pleasure through nerve conduction. At the same time, the high energy it contains can quickly meet the needs of the human body.

Not only can humans not resist sugar, even animals in the wild will become sugar addicts once they have the chance to taste sugar.

In this era when productivity was still underdeveloped, sugar was a luxury. Not only could ordinary people not afford it, but even the empire's nobles and emperors could not eat it to their heart's content every day.

Even in modern industrialized times, the profit from selling sugar is higher than that from selling white powder, marijuana, or cocaine.

It can be said that selling sugar is the most profitable industry, and the drug industry is just a lower-level substitute for the sugar industry.

Sugar is a strategic material for the country. No one will care if you buy it in small quantities. But if you buy it in large quantities, hoard it, and do not register and explain the purpose, then Uncle Hat will come to your door and ask you what you want to do.

Providing the sentry with a pot of sugar water is nothing to Chris, but it should be enough to brighten people's eyes and make them no longer resist or oppose the sentry's duties.

"syrup!"

Isaac was stunned for a moment and asked.

"How sweet is the sugar water?"

Chris looked around and picked up his canteen from his waist. It had a capacity of about 500 ml and was already filled with warm water.

Chris reached into his pocket and took out five sugar cubes. He stuffed them in and shook it vigorously a few times to let the sugar dissolve in the water. Then he handed the kettle to Isaac.

"That's it, try it."

Isaac took the kettle and took a sip. He said nothing, but just tilted his head back to drink again. As his Adam's apple moved, the gurgling sound of drinking water was extremely loud. In just a few gulps, 500 ml of sugar water was gone.

“Is this sweetness okay?”

Chris asked, and Isaac wiped his beard vigorously and licked his lips.

"It's a luxury! Giving the sentry a pot of sugar water is a luxury."

"It's not extravagant. A sentry only gets one pot of sugar water a day. It's not extravagant."

Chris didn't think much of it. It was just a little bit of sugar, how much did it cost? It wasn't even pearl milk tea, and the cost was less than a dollar.

The pleasure and energy it brings can help sentinels concentrate and work hard.

In his opinion, this is a good deal.

“Sugar is expensive.”

"I can get it, don't worry."

Chris made the final decision.

"That's it. Give the sentries a pot of sugar water a day... no, twenty grams of sugar. And add sugar to the scouts' supplies, too."

Chris suddenly changed his words because he realized that if he gave the sentries sugar water, the logistics officer might embezzle their benefits, changing five sugar cubes into one candy and secretly eating four of them.

Just like the PLA’s eggs must be whole and boiled to prevent someone from tampering with the number of eggs.

Isaac had no choice but to leave with the bag of sugar Chris gave him, which was a ten-day supply for the sentinels and scouts.

When the rules of sentinel welfare spread, it was no surprise that it successfully attracted great attention among mercenaries and caravan fellows.

No one cared about the negligent sentry and his five other unlucky teammates who were punished by having to wash other people's underwear. Everyone was asking Isaac about the sentry's sugar water ration benefit.

This also applies to those who are about to wash a lot of underwear.

When Isaac confirmed their inquiry, the sentry position that was originally resisted by everyone became a popular position. Everyone was scrambling for it, and even Carlos couldn't help but sign up.

The temptation of sugar is irresistible to anyone... unless you are a diabetic.

Isaac took the opportunity to announce that only those with the best marksmanship and training results would become sentinels, laying the foundation for his own training and offsetting the mercenaries' resistance.

After announcing the news, he struck while the iron was hot and began to select new sentries for the team. Those who had been lazy on guard duty before would not be selected for the time being, and they would be selected after they completed their punishment.

Everyone signed up enthusiastically, except Mia, who quietly ran to find Chris with her big white pig.

"Looking person, I want candy, give me candy!"

"Ah...Okay, okay, clever guy, I'll give you a piece of candy, but don't tell anyone."

(End of this chapter)