"Sorry, Shenell, this is not something I can decide. In fact, General Desai believes that the outstanding contribution of the Intelligence Agency in the future is much more important than a battalion, a regiment, or even a brigade or division!" Rusty continued to explain.

"General Desai believes that in terms of the current situation, he does not want to have another direct conflict with the British, especially the British Mediterranean Fleet. Therefore, I hope you can take office immediately and handle the Victor incident in the early stage. Of course, everything must be carried out secretly. In addition, in the short term, this appointment letter will not be published to the public, and only a few officers in the brigade department know about it."

Shenell nodded and accepted the appointment, and asked again: "What else does the general have to explain?"

"With the cooperation of the military police, your intelligence agency's subordinates have verified that the injured and captured British captain, William Percival, is the current British Chancellor of the Exchequer, and perhaps the eldest son of the next British Prime Minister, Lord Spencer Percival. Captain Percival is currently recuperating in the field hospital of the brigade. His injuries are no longer serious. You and your military agency can obtain contact with the British Mediterranean Fleet for a breakthrough. General Desay gives you the right to be arbitrary on the occasion. Well, my friend, let's have a drink, because in another half an hour, you will end your vacation and start performing your duties."

While Rusty was talking to Shenell, the other two lieutenant colonels, Delney, the leader of the First Regiment, and Carls, the chief of the military police battalion, also gathered together to discuss today's personnel appointments.

"Sorry, Carls, my personal mistakes have also put shame on the military police!" Delney said apologetically. The promotion to Lieutenant Colonel Shener was impeccable, but the latter's appointment obviously weakened Lieutenant Colonel Carls's responsibilities.

But Carls himself disagreed. He waved his hand and comforted his old friend. "In fact, this is a good thing. My friend, don't you think that in today's Desai journey, you and me seem to be too powerful, and you are suspected of undermining General Desai."

This is indeed true. In the Desai Brigade, the first regiment commander is Lieutenant Colonel Delney, the commander of the military police battalion is Lieutenant Colonel Carls, and the commander of the second regiment is Major Reedes. He is a long-term comrade in the army, and the three of them have a good relationship. In this way, they control nearly two-thirds of the brigade's troops and have the right to supervise inside and outside the military camp.

Perhaps General Desai would not doubt the loyalty of these three officers, but this is only now. Time travelers have always believed that people's hearts will change, especially after experiencing the lessons of previous lives. He understood that when the benefits gained from betrayal are far higher than the price paid by betrayal, few people will resist such temptations. Therefore, preparing for the future, Desai is also quietly dispersing the rights and responsibilities of his old subordinates.

He rebuilt the Military Law Department and used outsiders to share the judicial power of the military police; appointed the General Staff Department to be planned by Rusti and others to control the chief officers of the regiment battalion and the supply of food and supplies; in the Second Infantry Regiment, the regiment commander Major Reedes and the Deputy regiment commander Major O'Hara checked and balanced each other, and no one could monopolize the power; after stationing in the northeast of Khruna, the Polish Cavalry Regiment was the only mobile unit of the entire brigade and could cross the border to hunt down rebels, while the two infantry regiments could only stay in their respective jurisdictions, and they could not move to defense without permission; this time, Desai took advantage of the "Victor Incident" to secretly suppress the first regiment, and established a military intelligence agency, which stripped the original foreign intelligence collection responsibilities of the military police battalion.

"Desay is still growing up." Delney sighed. The old commander's child is no longer a reckless officer who only knows how to rush and beat. He is not only competent in the position of senior commander, but also reveals the potential of experienced politicians.

Carls smiled and corrected the other party's point of view, "No, my friend is mature! Don't worry, I don't mind the decentralization of power at all, but I appreciate it more and more. A general who only knows how to command operations is not worthy of our allegiance. If he does not take these measures, maybe I will follow the oath made three years ago, leave the Desai brigade and immigrate to the United States!"

Although Karls broke up with his uncle, it did not prevent him from enviing the stage of displaying his talents. Back then, Karls accepted the invitation of his old friend Delney and secretly assisted the son of General Desay, not only from friendship, but also because Karls saw the political capital that Derby had, and would leave him a place in the future cabinet of the Kingdom of Poland.

Although the road to the future is long and long, Karls is happy. The natural adventurous spirit of the Fouche family has made Karls always like challenging affairs. The only obstacle is whether Derby Little Derby can be qualified to be the king of Poland. Now, doubts have been broken, and Derby Little Derby's various political skills and military talents are enough to verify that he has the ability to become the future monarch of Napoleon, Karby and others.

...

On the second day after receiving the Military Intelligence Bureau, Lieutenant Colonel Shernell obtained a handwritten order from General Desai and personally rushed to the Desai Chamber of Commerce in Barcelona to hand over a letter of appointment to the Jews to appoint Candiola as the Director of the Foreign Liaison Office of the Military Intelligence Bureau.

"I was summoned to the Military Intelligence Bureau? Damn, why, I am just a businessman, a Jewish businessman, not a soldier!" Candiola shouted at the lieutenant colonel officer in front of him, trying his best to hide his panic in his heart.

But Lt. Col. Shener was indifferent to the Jews' restless clamor. As the former logistics officer of the Desay Brigade, he knew that the Jews used public service and used the trafficking of canned food and other substances to make profits for at least 30,000 to 50,000 riyals. Therefore, after submitting the letter of appointment, the Director of the Military Intelligence Bureau also caught a warrant issued to the Jews by the Military Law Office.

"Sorry, Captain Candiola. When you were in Madrid, you had already entered the military rank of the Desai Brigade. According to the order signed by General Desai, I have the right to recruit you to serve in the Military Intelligence Bureau. Of course, you can also choose to refuse, but you must sign the arrest warrant of the Military Law Department, go to the brigade headquarters with the two military police outside the school, prepare to be tried by the military court, and fines up to 100,000 riyals.

You can also consult someone else, but I suggest you can only find Major Kerle, your son-in-law. Because of the existence of the Military Intelligence Bureau, it is now limited to the school-level officers of the Desai Brigade. Once I discovered that you have revealed some situations that should not be mentioned to the outside world. As the chief officer of the Military Intelligence Bureau, I have obtained the authorization of General Kerzech to bypass the Military Law Department and shoot you directly!”

Lieutenant Colonel Shener continued to threaten with a harsh expression that he was not worried at all that this timid, fearful, but greedy Jew would refuse this appointment. That was, Candiola had too many handles in his hands.

"But I can't shoot, nor kill people!" The Jews who were unable to struggle finally compromised. He knew that if they could not accept the appointment, the military court would have to open the door to him, and perhaps there might be a candle.

As soon as he heard that Captain Candiola no longer refused his appointment, Lieutenant Colonel Shener immediately changed his original serious expression and enthusiastically answered the doubts of his subordinates with a kind and friendly smile.

"Haha, you will never let you shoot or kill people. Just use your Jewish talents to do things according to the habits of merchants, to find out some news for General Desay, and to the Military Intelligence Agency. For example, make friends with a brave British captain in the field hospital, or a British captain who may be forced to retire; and can also express goodwill to the Mediterranean fleet through a British merchant. We can conditionally transfer prisoners of war, the bodies of the dead, and even the stranded British warship; by the way, find out the latest situation of the 20,000 French prisoners of war on the island of Caffrera. That's all."

"That's all? What should I do with the Chamber of Commerce in Barcelona?"

Candiola was still reluctant to part with the Chamber of Commerce. Canned Mediterranean food is a big killer for making money. If possible, he would also want to serve as the chairman of the Chamber of Commerce, but Lieutenant Colonel's subsequent words dispelled his thoughts.

"Well, this is the current task. After accepting the appointment, the kind and generous general Desai will pardon all your crimes, and the Military Intelligence Agency will also pay a fine of 100,000 riyals on your behalf. In addition to your normal salary, you will also have various subsidies and allowances. As for the Desai Chamber of Commerce in Barcelona, ​​General Desai has found a suitable candidate for you, so there is no need to worry. As long as you introduce the new leader of the Chamber of Commerce tomorrow night, at a regular business reception, you will personally introduce the new chamber of commerce to everyone."

...

By early September, after nearly 20 days of operation, the Military Intelligence Bureau led by Lieutenant Colonel Schènell handed General Desai a satisfactory answer: Desai Brigade and the British Mediterranean Fleet, on issues such as repatriation of prisoners of war, handing over the bodies of the dead, and not invading each other's commercial interests, successfully eliminating the adverse effects of the "Victor" incident.

According to the treaty, the Desay Brigade will repatriate 152 captured British officers and soldiers for free and hand over the bodies of 73 killed "Red Shirts" soldiers; and in exchange, the British Mediterranean Fleet will persuade the city hall authorities in Parma not to stop the Desay Merchant ships from transporting daily living materials and medicines to 20,000 French prisoners of war on the island of Cavrera.

The captured Spanish prisoners of war were also placed in the prisoners of war concentration camp of the Desay Brigade, preparing to discuss the exchange of prisoners of war with the Palma authorities after the time is right, and the British Mediterranean Fleet will supervise it as a neutral party.

As for the stranded "Victor" warship, after learning that the French had towed away all the artillery on the ship and all military supplies, the angry British Navy refused to redeem cash for useless idiots and threatened to send gunboats to completely destroy it. After repeated negotiations, the two sides reached a compromise. The Desay Brigade invested 50,000 riyals, and the British Mediterranean Fleet sent people to repair the "Victor" and renamed it "Fortune", which belongs to the Desay Brigade Chamber of Commerce, which is located in Barcelona.

On September 12, as the first British prisoners of war to be repatriated, the former captain of the "Victor", Colonel Steve, who had the highest rank, was also caught in it. Although the moment before returning to this ship, Colonel Steve had learned that due to the failure of the previous mission, he was regarded as a scapegoat for the Mediterranean Fleet and was forcibly retired by the British Navy.

But from the expression, the British Navy Colonel who was forcibly retired was not depressed, but seemed a little excited. It was certainly a pleasure to be released safely, but it was even more surprising to have obtained a large amount of money inadvertently.

In the prisoner-of-war camp a few days ago, Steve reached a private agreement with a Jew named Candiola, who would jointly register a trading company with the retired colonel in London and enjoy the exclusive agency of canned tinplate in the British Isles. The retired colonel, who was born as a merchant, was naturally excited. Steve, who owned half of the equity of the trading company, had calculated the future income, which would increase his assets by 8,000 to 10,000 pounds within a year.

"Go to hell, the damn 500 pounds of military officers!" Steve cursed the stingy cabinet ministers in his heart that he could give overseas anti-French forces millions of pounds of free aid every year, but he was reluctant to improve the welfare of the emperor.

"Hey, where is our future Prime Minister's son?" When Steve vented his anger and injustice, he suddenly found that one person was missing among the officers, the second deputy, Captain William Percival.
Chapter completed!