Chapter 44 Cheka
"What? Tangli is coming to attack me tomorrow night?"
Madelan almost dropped the wooden bowl in her hand.
He found a flat place and put down the wooden bowl, walked forward in three steps, lowered his voice and asked: "Where did you get this news?"
The middle-aged farmer had a sinister look on his face. After looking around for a while, he whispered: "My wife told me that her cousin's neighbor is the cousin of Tangli's lover.
Tang Li told that bastard Madeleine himself that I would kill him tomorrow night, but he still dared to deal with me. "
"Is it true? ”
“Absolutely true. A young man in shorts said anxiously, "Tangli's thug is my aunt's benefactor. Last night, he even told her to stay away."
When my aunt came to my house for dinner in the morning, she told me and asked our family to hide in advance. "
Madelan looked at Frick who was hiding behind everyone. Frick was wiping the sweat from his forehead and almost burying his head in his chest.
What's the point of condemning Frick anymore? Things have already happened, is it all a misunderstanding to go to Tangley?
Madelan fell into silence. He sat down on the big rock and said nothing.
The faint morning light was a bit bright and white, framing Madeleine's sitting figure with a layer of white.
Sitting there, he was like a marble sculpture, motionless.
“Boss, please say something.”
"Yeah, what should we do?"
The seven or eight people surrounding Madelan are basically his small circle, and they are both prospering and losing with Madelan.
“Let me ask you.” Madeleine raised his head and looked at the middle-aged farmer, “You mean that Townley has arrived outside the monastery?”
“It depends on the situation, he You might stay out during the day and go back at night, unless you want to stay overnight..." the middle-aged farmer said with a wink.
“Damn it, I don’t want to mess with him, but he wants to mess with me.” After a few seconds of silence, Madelan’s expression gradually became ferocious, “He’s going to attack me tomorrow, right? Okay, let’s Let’s take action tonight and catch him first.”
"How to catch him?" The young man in short clothes immediately became energetic and looked at Madeleine with bright eyes.
"Let's go to his tent to arrest him first. He won't do it until tomorrow night. He must be unprepared today."
"Then what if he's not here?"
"Then We will block him at the entrance of the monastery, and then inform His Majesty the Pope that as long as he cannot run outside, with the fighting power of Saint Jeanne, the day lilies will be cold when the armed farmers gather."
Everyone present fell into silence, but only the young man in short clothes remained energetic: "As expected of Boss Madeleine, he easily thought of things we couldn't think of."
"Wait a minute." A mature middle-aged man stopped him, "We are probably going to mobilize those public farmers and refugees. At most, we can gather twenty or thirty people. Is it enough?"
" Don't be afraid, I have a secret edict from the Pope, ordering me to get rid of the powerful minister Tangli and rescue the Pope. Don't I have the Pontifical Guard attached to it? With this secret edict, they will definitely be willing to listen to me."
Madelan rubbed her chin: "First you go and spread rumors, saying that Tangli is not going to release food.
Then at night, we don't say we are going to catch Tangli, we say we are going to discuss releasing food. We are here to protest.
Once Tangli is caught, they will have no choice but to side with us. Do you understand? ”
"Understood."
"Also, no matter who it is, even if your mother comes to ask, or even if an angel descends to earth, you are not allowed to say anything. Do you understand?" Madeleine looked at the sneer Free. gram.
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“A sneeze!”
Horn suddenly sneezed and rubbed his nose. He was obviously well. It's almost done, why did I start sneezing again?
"Didn't you just sneeze? Watch what I'm doing and keep reciting."
"Three forty-two, four forty-six..." The boy soldiers crowded in front of the copy desk continued with a grimace. Recite it out loud.
Picking up the handkerchief and wiping his nose, Horn looked up at the sky.
The sky is as clear and clear as water, high and deep, without any waves. In the frame formed by the four monastery walls, it looks like a dynamic oil painting.
The wind in early autumn is neither cold nor hot, but is filled with a cool feeling. In the flowerbed in the courtyard, flowers of various colors are spread out like boxes filled with jewelry.
It would be so comfortable to go out for an outing on such a day. Unfortunately, Horn does not have this power at the moment.
"Go on." After enjoying the coolness of the autumn day for a while, Horn turned his attention to reality. In front of him was Jun René, the kid who took the first blood that year. He was an extremely smart kid.
Despite being isolated in the monastery, Horn still wanted to know the information outside the monastery, and the Boy Army were all children, so it was not easy to be discovered when they came in and out.
So, Horn simply found a group of clever children and formed a secret small intelligence organization called "Cheka".
There were five Cheka spies in the first batch, who were directly responsible to Horn.
The leader of the Cheka organization, Horn originally wanted to be named Rene. This kid was not only a first-term student of the Boy Army, but also had military exploits.
At a young age, he has a calm personality and a flexible mind. It is best to be the intelligence manager.
But unfortunately, when Horn was talking to Rene, Carrie was beside her.
When Horn said that the Chekas were all the smartest children in the boy army, Carrie immediately quit her job and insisted on being the general manager of the Cheka.
As for Rene, he showed his calm and clever character and generously gave up the key position of Cheka Controller to the 25-year-old sister Carrie.
Horn awarded the position of Cheka intelligence chief to Rene.
According to custom, Rene summarized intelligence every three days and reported to Horn.
“…Two days ago, Rektor once again went to his sister’s residence to carry out…”
“…Doyle of Ryland’s family stole his father’s house. Hidden private money..."
"...Tangley was out in the middle of the night yesterday, but he didn't look for [skilled women]..."
After listening to Renée finish talking about the scattered gains, Horn was even a little caught off guard. .
He never expected that in just three days, Rene actually got the information. Whether it was important or not, I won’t say too much, but it was really exciting.
“These news are basically confirmed, and there are some that are unconfirmed. For example, Madelan wants to attack Tangley, and Townley wants to attack Madeland. They are just rumors, so they are not mentioned. .
The Armand Reader is sorting out these messages. If you want to see them, they are expected to be delivered this afternoon.”
"Where did you get this information?" Horn rubbed Rene's little head, really wondering how these things were found out.
Rene shook his head: "When I was a refugee with my mother, I had to go around to find information and look for soup kitchen shops...
Those adults didn't care about children at all. , when we were playing, they seemed to have not seen us and would say many unspeakable things.
Before, the Apostolic Guard also collected a lot of intelligence, Jeshka Bai. The heads of households are all gathered here.”
That’s it, Horn suddenly realized.
Although René was a boy army, in fact, the entire Gulag Papal State, whether it was Townley, Madeleine or the monks, thought that these boy soldiers were just a joke.
Haierjun, Boyjun, after all, are just children.
In the eyes of most people, this is just the Pope being angry with Tangli, who is under house arrest.
“Not bad.” Horn touched all over his body, and finally took out a beautiful dagger and gave it to René, “Keep working hard.”
Looking through these exciting news , Horn really had to sigh, with just a thousand people, the water is still not shallow.
"When-" the melodious bell rang.
After rolling up this information, Horn immediately stood up and came to the trembling boy army.
"Small test, an hourglass (half an hour). After the test, run in a circle with a stick. After running, don't leave in a hurry. Only those who I haven't called are allowed to leave."
< br>The monk who copied the test papers distributed more than forty test papers to these orphans, and each of them also had a charcoal pen.
“Let me say it again, I don’t care if you can write numbers before. When you come to me, you must use Arabic...Galar numerals. If you use anything else, you will get zero points.”
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Amid the wailing sounds, Horn turned the hourglass over and paused it on the table. The wailing sounds instantly turned into the sound of rustling writing.
"Your Majesty." The monk on the side looked unbearable, "These children wake up in the morning when the rooster crows, and have to train them to go to bed until the moon is high. Isn't it too..."
"This Whatever, it’s good that I didn’t let them get up at 5:30 to run and do exercises. I was... I mean, I was much more tired than them when I was in heaven.”
p.s. There’s still one later. Chapter
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