Cosma Empire

"Boys are great!" Sergeant Johnson wobbled a little when he walked, he had too much to drink, and if it wasn't for Mr. Kesma's visit, he couldn't even stand up.

Mr. Kesma is a very serious person, he frowned slightly and cast a sideways glance at Sergeant Johnson, "You should drink less, Anna is dead, she deserved what she deserved, and you shouldn't be responsible for everything .”

Johnson suddenly fell into silence. He was too familiar with the name Anna, and the familiarity had been deeply engraved into his soul. That was his wife, the first and only woman he loved in this life, but this woman killed Sheriff Johnson's son, who was also her own son, and also killed Sheriff Johnson's family, just to force Sergeant Johnson named some people.

That woman was an undercover agent, a spy, a vicious woman who played with Sergeant Johnson's feelings and stabbed him dozens of times in the heart. He knew that what Mr. Kesma said was right, the woman was dead, he saw the bullet shot into her head with his own eyes, and saw her fall to the ground, it was impossible for her to live. But for some reason, he was always afraid, he felt that Anna was by his side, and would jump out to kill him anytime and anywhere!

That vicious woman!

This incident caused Johnson to no longer have the idea of ​​marrying a wife and having children. He couldn't get past the level in his heart. He felt that he was sorry for many people, including Mr. Kesma in front of him. Of course, he is also very grateful to Mr. Kesma. On such an occasion, he did not kill himself, but forgave himself.

But...he shook his head, "I can't do without alcohol anymore, I'm just an old alcoholic who has been drinking too much, Mr. Kesma, I can't do anything."

Mr. Kesma snorted twice, "I never thought about asking you to do something great, I just thought that if you drink like this, you will die in a wine bottle one day. Anna didn't kill you, the noble didn't Killing you, I didn't kill you, but you died in such a meaningless thing, why don't you say hello to me when you feel that you have almost lived enough, and I will help you solve your pain."

"Like what's going on now, Walter?"

Johnson laughed a few times and said that he was finished, but he didn't want to die. Even though he spent every day in a groggy state, he never thought about facing death. He knew that his courage was broken in that disaster, maybe he never had much courage.

The place where the National Guard is practicing is just outside the town, and it only takes about fifteen minutes to walk. The two talked about the latest situation while walking.

"Memnon is very famous now. He wrote me a letter some time ago, hoping to ask me to do something. I don't like that guy very much. He always has a kind of hypocrisy, but maybe it's because he is our the most hypocritical of men,

That's why he can mix so well. ", Mr. Kesma said something as if complaining, and at the end he sighed, so many people almost died in the end, he thought that if someone would inherit his unfinished business, it might be someone else, Only it won't be that Memnon who is greedy for life and afraid of death.

But the fact is so strange, all the people he favored chose to be silent, only Memnon stood up. Of course, he is definitely not for any great ideals and ambitions, but purely for power and interests. That is a villain who never hides himself. Mr. Kesma first met this guy named Memnon at the mule and horse fair in a noble territory.

Memnon doesn't know how to make the mules and horses in his hands very smooth, but after two days of using them, he will find that those horses that looked like healthy horses in the past two days are actually all old. Guys, there are still a few horses that are exhausted soon. So Mr. Kesma became "friends" with Memnon. Everyone didn't like Memnon's philistinism and cunning, but Mr. Kesma knew that they needed such a guy to take care of their finances.

So that transaction became Nongmen's last transaction, and then he made a wise choice between death and obedience.

When Johnson heard the name, he paused. He hurriedly chased two steps and followed behind Mr. Kesma again, "Memnon? Is he not dead? I remember that everything was in chaos at the time. Later, I heard that he died."

Mr. Kesma's dry laughter was as piercing as metal friction, "He was just playing dead, he is more cunning than all of us, at least none of us thought of lying on the ground and pretending to be dead." He paused Dun, "Now he's doing a good job, and he doesn't want to be too public, so he plans to find someone to push him on the stage to take the blame for him. But these things have nothing to do with me."

Sheriff Johnson's lips moved. He really wanted to say a bad word to express his mood at the moment, but he didn't dare to say anything. If Memnon finds Mr. Kesma, it means that this town will not be peaceful for a long time. Do you want to live in another place? Sergeant Johnson quickly dismissed this idea. Although living with Mr. Kesma would be a little dangerous, he would face greater danger after leaving Mr. Kesma.

While talking, the two had already left the town. The outpost of the National Guard was just outside the town. After some repairs, they had already thought about it a little bit. The two didn't call the door directly, but turned in through the missing fence on one side. Mr. Kesma wants to see if these guys can use it, and if they are lazy. He would give these young people a generous salary every week, but he didn't have time to watch, Sergeant Johnson was drunk every day, so the training could only be done by these young men.

The two of them took a peek at the barracks first. There was no one inside, and things were tidy, which was good. Then they went to the playground, and before they got close, they heard someone whistling. Mr. Kesma's face suddenly became a little gloomy, and Johnson almost cried.

I don't know which of the gods heard Johnson's prayer, but what he was afraid of didn't happen. It turned out that two of the seven boys were fighting on the playground in only their underwear. Their fists were only clenched with bandages, not to protect the enemy, but to protect themselves. In close combat without equipment, the fingers are very vulnerable to injury, so bandages need to be tightened to protect the finger joints while avoiding finger fractures and dislocations when punching.

The two young men were covered in oil and sweat, and their muscular bodies presented a greasy visual impact. The two were already a little embarrassed, with bruised noses and swollen faces, but they didn't have the slightest thought of stopping until Sergeant Johnson and Mr. Kesma appeared in their line of sight.

Mr. Kesma glanced twice, let go of his steps and walked to the center of the field, and glanced at the seven dumbfounded boys, and saw that each of them had a bruised nose and a swollen face. It seemed that these two were not the only ones fighting, "Why? Want to fight?" No one answered this question, it's not that they don't want to say it, but they dare not say it. They are all living on the salary of Mr. Kesma. The life here is much more interesting than doing farm work, and they can also supplement their families.

If he was sent back, not to mention that he would not have such a happy life in the future, even if he was ridiculed by the people in the town, he would die of laughter.

Mr. Kesma pointed to one of them, "Say it, pack up your things and leave here immediately if you don't say anything, I didn't pay you to play around, understand?"

Under such persecution, the young man had no choice but to tell the reason. It turned out that their conflict was not caused by contradictions, it was purely an actual battle. The initial idea might be to choose the most powerful captain, but everyone is similar in fact. Gradually, this selection method has become every three days. Everyone thinks that a formal training is very useful and more practical than boring training.

After checking the training results of each of them, Mr. Kesma patted Sergeant Johnson on the shoulder, "Although you are just an old man who is drunk every day and waiting to die, you are still doing these things well.", said He looked at those young people, "Pack up all your things, take your weapons and follow me, and execute the order now!"

Although the young people didn't quite understand what to do, they did as Mr. Kesma asked. When selecting people, Mr. Kesma had only one requirement, that he could earnestly obey and carry out orders.

The outside world is very new to these honest boys, especially when they heard that they are going to perform missions in a big city like Alodo, they all whistled excitedly, Kex When Mr. Ma promised to advance their salaries for three months upon arrival, Mr. Kesma, who usually seldom met, became their most supportive object.

At this time, Mr. Bain of Aldo had just talked with a visiting guest for half an hour. After the guest left, he patted his cheek. He was really tired with a stern face all day, but there was no way to do it. matter. I also encountered a little trouble when implementing the license plate rules. The "Supplementary Provisions of Urban Road Traffic Regulations" will be passed soon, and more people come to consult.

He picked up this morning's newspaper casually, looked at the headline, and then turned to the second page. A headline was printed in bold bold at the top——The Progressive Party is targeting the mid-term elections, and the situation may change drastically!

He read it very carefully. The Progressive Party recently proposed a new governance concept. They intend to introduce a federal universal welfare system, which will solve the problem that the citizens of the empire will lose their labor force and cannot support themselves after aging. They also plan to do medical work. Make a breakthrough and draw up a plan to solve part of the medical expenses for the citizens.

Mr. Bain frowned when he saw this, and when he saw "Mr. Memnon, the leader of the Progressive Party, claimed...", the knock on the door rang again.