The headquarters was set up in an abandoned church. This was the order of the new Legion commander. No one understood it, but no one asked much.

The spacious hall was filled with camp beds, making it a good place for the guards to rest. Several small rooms where the priests communicated with God privately became the residences and meeting rooms of General Andrew and his entourages.

Lavashi had already followed his request and ran to the ordnance, commanding the soldiers and workers to quickly create fire and repair artillery work; the military officer Renek was also summoning some soldiers who were attracted to the square in accordance with the general's request, preparing to form a new battlefield hospital for the army. All the previous medical personnel were martyred by the massacre a month ago; and Dawu pulled Major Neck to patrol him everywhere, busy with the inspection of the city defense guards...

Andrew, who had just eaten a few bites of dry bread as a meal, also began to do what he had at hand. A huge map of the city defense fortress was spread on the ground, and the general was climbing on it to investigate carefully.

But before he could take a look at him for two minutes, a noise came from outside the church.

When Andrew heard someone making noise, he asked the guards to find out the situation and realized that he was a businessman, who should be a Brittany businessman who wanted to visit General Andrew and report important matters.

Merchant? Andrew was a little puzzled. When was another merchant appearing in Laroche, which had become a large military camp. Andrew originally wanted to order the guards to bombard them away in the future. But in a blink of an eye, Andrew changed his mind and asked the guards on duty to bring the merchant to his office and his own military judge.

The one who came in was a thin guy, middle-aged man, with the pair of triangle eyes that kept sliding on his face showing that the person coming was a profiteer. He smiled, bent over slightly, and looked at Andrew enthusiastically, as if the general in front of him had become a money tree.

Andrew knew what this guy wanted. It was the carts of treasures he had brought into the city in the afternoon. Andrew subconsciously touched his nose, which was a reward for his correct judgment. He was waiting for the profiteer to speak, thinking about anything to move forward in his heart.

"Dear General Andrew, Vasimu infinitely praises your incomparable courage and supreme majesty. The whole city is cheering for the arrival of the general!

You are the sun during the day bringing the warm sunshine to Laroche, and you are the moon at night shining..."

The profiteer who was posing began to recite the words he had memorized for a long time. This was what he heard that the magical General Andrew liked to write beautiful poems. For this reason, he prepared an ancient poem from the Homer era to make up for the numbers, but he didn't want to flatter him, but accidentally hit the horse's leg.

"Damn pig head, what do you mean by your mother bastard? Go home and send a message to the bitch. I will read it to me. I castrate you on the spot!"

When Andrew heard this so-called "praise" that was extremely disgusting, he immediately lost his mood to listen to the following of the merchant. A fire of nameless karma emerged from his heart. He was furious and directly ordered Lieutenant Colonel Xiade to drag Vasimu out and prepare to beat him up to relieve his anger.

"General, General Andrew, I'm here to discuss a business, it's a big business, don't, don't do this..." The profiteer who was dragged to the door tightly pulled the door frame and refused to let go, and was still shouting loudly.

"Buy, big deal?" Andrew said.

"Yes! It's a big deal!" Vasimu nodded quickly, but his hands refused to relax at all.

Andrew signaled Shade to let go, let Vasimu enter the room again, and prepared a chair for him.

"Speak, I'll listen." Seeing Vasimu sitting in the seat for a long time, Andrew knew that this guy was frightened by his fierce and evil look just now. It was just that the nature of the profiteering businessman prompted him to continue sitting here, wanting to say but not daring to say it.

"Yes, yes, general, it's a big deal," Vasimu stammered, his hands trembling, because he used his hard work to pull the door frame just now, "I, Vasimu has a lot, a lot of food, and General, you have a lot of money, we can trade fairly with each other."

"How much food do you have?" Andrew was very interested in someone helping him solve the food problem.

"The wheat in my warehouse has a thousand sacks, and there are also a lot of honey, pork, beef and good wine. These only require you, General, 30,000 gold francs." Vasimu became more and more calm as he spoke, and what he said was like a lion opening his mouth.

However, Andrew was a little disappointed. It was not that the general was considering how much money he spent, but that these things could only supply 10,000 soldiers in the city, including refugees outside the city. The consumption was in less than 5 days, and the amount was dropped from the bucket.

Seeing the general's expression, Vasimu thought that his price was too high and hurriedly said, "General, you can negotiate the price, you can negotiate it! However, the minimum price is 10,000 gold francs, and it cannot be reduced."

"It's not a matter of price, but too small!" Andrew explained casually.

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say! My companions also have corresponding grain reserves, and there are also a lot of them. In total, everyone has at least more than 2,000 sacks of wheat, which should be able to meet the food supply of general soldiers for many days." Vasimu said excitedly, as if he saw countless gold coins hit him.

"Yeah, very good, very good!" Andrew walked forward, replaced the serious expression he had just said enthusiastically to the profiteer: "On behalf of the Wandai Legion, I thank you for your generous assistance from the citizens of Vasimu. But before that, please invite all the merchants in the city to the headquarters. After I discuss with my officers, I will give you a very fair price."

"God praises you, General!" Vasimu, who was reluctant to leave, was led out of the church by the guards at the door, and quickly summoned his accomplices to carry out this "big deal".

Standing aside and seeing the colorful expression on the general's face, Lieutenant Colonel Xia De couldn't help but cover the door and whispered: "Unfortunate guys, General Andrew is ready to take your food for nothing."

"Oh, how can I get it for nothing? At least I will send troops to follow me. If they don't listen to the advice, I will send them a few bullets." Andrew showed even more rogue.
Chapter completed!