Theft spreads like wildfire among the troops. The public's eyes are sharp. If the first one strikes, there will be a second one. If there is a second one, there will be a fourth one. Then the square root of this behavior will follow. The same double growth.
People's hearts are like this. They worry not about scarcity but about inequality. If you steal and I don't steal, doesn't this prove that I am stupid? Even if I steal just one pearl, it at least proves that I am not at a disadvantage.
How can you enter Baoshan and come back empty-handed? Anyone who doesn’t steal is a fool!
Suddenly, there were more surprises on the winding mountain road. Twenty tons of gold and more silver, plus jewelry, cultural relics, etc. all required manpower to transport, and the troops didn't even have carriages.
Everything depends on manpower. The guard regiment alone is simply not enough manpower. As a last resort, a large number of manpower can only be transferred from the engineering regiment and logistics support troops.
However, the discipline of these people was far less than that of the guard regiment, and theft suddenly became popular, and even soldiers outside the gold transport troops colluded with each other.
The soldiers carrying gold, silver and jewelry threw some treasures on both sides of the mountain road when the officers were not paying attention. The spy who had hidden them long ago took advantage of the chaos and stuffed the treasures into his arms.
No one felt guilty, because there was only one rumor flying in the army at that time, and that was that the gold ultimately did not belong to Tsarist Russia or the Tsar, but to the British.
Before the United States became the world's most powerful country, the world's financial center was in the City of London. At that time, large amounts of gold trade and bond transactions between countries were concentrated here. Almost all major banks in the world had branches here. , not to mention those super banks in the UK.
Since ancient times, the place where wealth has gathered has been the place where rumors gather. The more money there is, the more disputes, conflicts, and tongues, coupled with the hatred of rich people shared by all mankind, have caused many unfavorable rumors about bankers to fly in the sky.
Almost none of the rumors say that the City of London is good. All kinds of bizarre stories portray fat-headed bankers as demons. People curse the extravagant life of the rich while swallowing their saliva and yearning for it. Rich people bully men and dominate women, and at the same time they want to replace them.
It is in this complex psychology that the reputation of European bankers, who are mainly Jewish, is getting worse day by day. Maybe the middle class who have access to these people can still face the problem rationally, but for the extremely poor, They prefer to believe whatever they imagine.
It is all the poor people who rely on their own imagination and some hearsay to portray the City of London as the abode of the devil, and all British bankers are devils who eat people without spitting out their bones.
It is precisely because of this idea that the soldiers stole gold with a sense of justice and it was so natural.
The transportation of dozens of tons of metal is completely carried by manpower, and it has to travel through several mountains and transport it to the ship. This is definitely a very hard and difficult task, not to mention it is still in the dark night, and accidents occur frequently along the way. Soon the St. Peter discovered something was wrong.
"Report to the Commander-in-Chief! Something seems to have gone wrong. More than 30 boxes of gold have been found with inconsistent weights. I suspect someone stole the gold..."
Stefanski was horrified and followed the adjutant to the deck, only to find two majors interrogating a group of soldiers kneeling on the deck.
"Answer my question! Why are your golds of different types? I've already asked. The vaults all issue standard boxes. Each ammunition box contains 100 kilograms of gold, which is 10 gold ingots. Why do you all Less?"
"This box only has 8 gold ingots, and this box has 9 gold ingots... Look at this box again, there are only 5 gold ingots left! Please explain it to me clearly..."
The soldiers were frightened and said tremblingly, "I don't know! We really don't know! There are lights everywhere and we can't see the road... Maybe it fell while falling!"
"Fart! I lost 50 kilograms of gold while wrestling? Do you think I'm a fool? Didn't you notice that the ammunition box was half lighter? You can't lie..."
While they were cursing, the commander-in-chief's cold voice came from behind the two officers, "We don't have time to talk nonsense with them. If we don't tell the truth, then we'll waterboard them!"
The wolf-like guards rushed forward, grabbing the soldiers' hair and dragging them to the corner of the deck, regardless of the soldiers' wails. There was still half a bucket of seawater in the bucket for wiping the deck. The guards grabbed their hair and pushed their faces into the water. .
The tortured soldier struggled desperately, but to no avail. Two strong guards held him, making it impossible for him to resist. Just when his struggle gradually became weak, the guards pulled him up violently, and the dirty seawater flowed smoothly. His hair flowed down his cheeks.
"Ahhh..." The soldier breathed heavily, using all his lungs to breathe in the fresh air, but he was pressed down again after only three breaths.
The cycle repeated three times, and no one asked him a word. When the fourth time came, the soldier cried and shouted, "I confess! I confess everything... I stole the gold. I colluded with others and stole the gold and buried it in the In the mountains..."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.
Stefanski punched the railing, and there was a click and the solid oak railing was cracked.
"Aikeson is still too young. He can't control those arrogant soldiers at all! Damn it, let Vinya go ashore! I believe in his methods and let him enforce military discipline!"
After receiving the order, Vinya temporarily handed over the command of the battleship to the deputy captain. With more than a thousand elite sailors gathered from each ship, he began to land and climb up the mountain road that transported gold.
"Everyone has brought enough torches, each holding a pair of torches, to look for these damn thieves! After shouting three times, if you don't listen, shoot me!"
When Wennia entered the mountains, under the bright light of two thousand torches, he was shocked by what he saw. In just over half an hour, the theft had turned into robbery. In front of Wennia's eyes I saw with my own eyes that a box of gems was overturned, and a group of soldiers rushed out to search for those shining red and sapphires.
"Are these still soldiers of the empire? Damn it, you are all a bunch of greedy wild dogs! Shoot the leaders and kill them..."
A flash of gunfire passed, and the soldiers who had robbed the most fiercely fell in a pool of blood. The blood submerged the gems on the ground. The other soldiers looked up and saw, "Oh God! There is a general! It's General Wennia!" Run quickly..."
